The Bounty Hunt of a Rebel Princess and Matukai Warrior

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Gwen and the Matukai warrior had been running for quite some time now trying to find a way off of the planet. While they were running, they had a star destroyer and three transport ships firing at them nonstop. Blast after blast after blast hit the ground behind them and in front of them. A few times the blasts got soo close to hitting the two running. Before they had started running, the warrior had picked Gwen up in his left arm and took off with her, ever since that the transports and destroyer had started firing.

Even though the warrior was running so fast, it seemed to take a while to find his ship. Once they boarded, the two took off quickly and finally left the planet. They barely made it off the planet alive as the star destroyer had sent out TIE fighters to go after them, but it was too late for the Empire, the rebels had won today.

Once they left the planet, the TIEs that were sent out, had fired once before the two had already jumped into hyperspace leaving that system to find a port to land on to relax and lay low for a little bit. But little did they know, there would be another surprise the Empire had sent out, that would yet to be found out n by Gwen and the warrior.

@Professor Crazy @Benvenu7

 

[Professor Crazy]

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Boot Process Initialized
Boot Process Complete
CPU Engaged
All Modules Successfully Loaded

System: State 01
Model: CZC-M12A (Czerka Arms)
Unit: 551
Insurance: Expired
Core: [Third Party] Xxzor's IG-88 C0R3!!

/override file CZCmfcpuc
= override successful

Mission: Hunt
Mission Success Criteria: Hunt down and capture [name: Gwen Bridget Solare]
Rules of Engagement: HVT = Essential
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With the creaking of ages-old components, the machine came to life. A strange, metallic being, at least six feet tall, peering over most humans and aliens at the port. Its head, bearing the resemblance to that of an IG-88 Assassin Droid, tall, slim, with an overall sleek and efficient design. That and its three-fingered steel hands were all that remained visible of its sturdy body, as the rest stayed covered by black cloth. Over its shoulder, the automaton wore a dark cape, with the Imperial insignia printed upon it in a shade of red.

These droids were not a common sight, that much is for sure. After all, this particular unit dated all the way back to the days of the Old Republic, a forgotten era, buried deep within the crevices of history and its countless bothersome documents. What was it doing here? Why, that's simple! If I haven't told you already, Unit 551 was an Assassin Droid produced by Czerka Arms long ago. This machine was one in a series, but now? It may be the last of its kind! No matter! It was re-programmed, made to take on bounties. That's why it was here. A bounty, and a particularly tasty one at that.

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/Scan 'pb' 'r' = 150ly
Scanning for potential bounties...
Search radius set to '150 light-years'...

Scan successful.
Results:
Dragg La'rett (Dist. - 48ly)
Gwen Bridget Solare (Dist. 127m)

/Lock 'Gwen Bridget Solare'
/Initialize thrmvs2
/Set 'CE-21' stun
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After a brief moment of robotic buzzing and squealing of old machinery, the droid set course to his target, CE-21TZ Blaster Rifle at the ready, thermal vision guiding its path. The young Jedi and dangerous warrior had arrived at possibly the most opportune time possible! They fell right into the self-aware droid's arms... How convenient...

Not long after, Unit 551 located its target. There she was, accompanied by the strong male combatant. He seemed fierce, though not unbeatable, especially at a range. They seemed tired, exhausted even; of course, for good reasons...

The droid slowly moved towards the pair, blaster still in hand. Backup was available, if all went wrong. The ship in the Imperial hangar carried with it four well-equipped battle droids, ready to come to its aid if necessary... Just as Unit 551 approached the two, it came to a full stop, and began speaking, with a distinct tone of friendliness and professionalism tinting its robotic voice.

"Welcome to Imperial space. I am Unit 551, and a member security aboard this station. I require you to answer some questions. Standard procedure, done for all non-Imperial citizens. Once these questions are answered, you will be free to go. If you resist, you will be detained. Please follow me."

The droid patiently awaited an answer, blaster pointed towards the ground, yet still ready to fire if necessary.

 

[Rae Anne Jarrus]

Gwen was walking off of the ship with Triton looking for somewhere to sit down so they could rest. The both of them didn't know that they had just walked into a trap at all. There were definitely storm troopers everywhere which wasn't too much of a surprise, but some stopped to look at the two as they passed recognizing Gwen to be someone they were looking for, but she didn't yield if they tried to stop her.

A few minutes later they saw little droids rolling by. And then another droid came up behind them and stopped them. Gwen looked the droid up and down and noticed that it carried a blaster. She sensed something was about to happen. The droid then asked for her to follow him so she could answer some questions. She looked at the warrior with an eyebrow raised and lifted her pretty face to look at him again before shrugging after a short pause and decided to follow the droid.

"Ok fine. What are the questions?... wait, how would you know if I'm non-imperial???"

 

[Richie B.]

Triton had gotten on this world hopefully to rest before leaving Imperium space as the ship needed time to cool down being old was hard for the poor girl, but the force seemed to warn him about this world, which Triton took as a chance of dealing with more darkness. As was his holy mission, looking around he only notice a few droids which were odd but when one started walking to them he, grabbed hold of his Wan-Shen tighter ready just in case of a fight, with his Warskin on he would be a tough target to take down if need be.

Listening to the droid something was off, there shouldn't be a droid like that here, it was a model the Sith didn't use something anyone that had been sneaking around Sith space could tell. An with the fact that the whole Imperium followed rules to the letter it just screamed more and more of a trap. Knowing that telling the Jedi this would only cause the droids to attack first, Triton knew that they had to be the first ones to attack if they wished to win this battle.

Walking up to the Jedi and placing a firmed hand on her, he spoke in a calm and strong voice.

"Don't worry my young friend, this droid only needs a few things from us, lets go with the droid and deal with whatever we need to." Hoping that the Jedi will understand what he was saying by 'deal with'.

Walking to the entrance of the hanger where the droid calm from he planned on walking just close enough to it that he could quickly try and swing the Wan-Shen to hit the arm droid, with his left arm. If the droid started shooting before Triton could get close enough, they will see why the Wan-Shen was meant to take on lightsabers.