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(Read The Prelude Here...)
(And the Dice Rolls here...)
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Vengeance in the Twilight
Kashyyyk
The Old Woods
TWILIGHT
LIFE DAY, 1900 Hours, Galactic Standard
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They were dead. All of them. Dozens of Imperials strewn all around the woodlands surrounding the camp. Ashr Kaasi strode out in front of the facility, lips pressed together in a grim line, eyes darting over the bodies, taking extra care not to tread on a fallen Imperial.
He hadn't seen such violence in decades.
Focus.
He had been assigned to slice into one of The Old Empire's biggest slave camps on Kashyyyk. The slicer was to be accompanied by Ashlaa, a female Togruta, probably a few years older than his daughter; Baelli, the blatantly-xenophobic human commander who looked to be in his mid-thirties; Tarys, the short, energetic, blue-haired female who looked even younger than Ashr's twenty-one year-old daughter; and five cookie-cutter Imperial soldiers that he elected to take little interest in. But when a distress call was blasted out across all Imperial frequencies, their shuttle was first to the scene.
Yet, too late. Kaasi let out a long sigh.
"What a mess..."
Kashyyyk had been a point of contest between the Imperial Republica and The Old Empire for some time. Slavers of the two Empires vied for control of the planet's Wookie population; whichever side had the most slaves was significantly better off. Of course, Ashr would never own a slave himself. He quietly believed the whole practice to be barbaric, although he was unusually reluctant to say so. But slaves had been a huge, turning cog in the Imperial machine for a long, long time, and any attempt to change that, he concluded, would surely be futile. At very least, you'd need to kill a lot of people to do so. Also not something Ashr would condone. So, perhaps it was the lesser of two evils... At least slaves owned by the Republica would be treated better than those of the Old Empire, of that he was certain.
His eyes drifted across the corpses, to the Imperial clutching a comlink in her bloodied fingers. Officer Zessa Tarriset. Her eyelids lay wide open, from the moment of raw terror that was her last. She had spoken to him only minutes earlier, quickly, yet calmly, spitting out the distress call that brought their squad here. Looking down at the woman's crumpled form, his old eyes barely needed a moment to identify the cause of death. Burn marks. Sith Lightsaber. Clean through the chest.
Excruciatingly painful. Dead in moments.
He knelt down and placed his hand over her eyes, sliding her eyelids shut. For one terrible moment, he was struck by the vivid memory of doing the same for his wife, those many years ago. He couldn't breathe. All of a sudden, he was reminded of why he became an Imperial agent. To stop unnecessary deaths like these. All of a sudden, he was determined.
He overheard Baelli relay the news of the camp's obliteration to their superiors, and Ashr turned to face the group.
"Back into the shuttle everyone. And get your gear ready. The targeted camp is not far north of here." Turning back to face the beaten body of Officer Tarriset, Kaasi paused a moment in the honour of the dead, his mind drifting to the distant, banging drums of Life Day. Tears welled in his eyes, for just a moment, though he did his best not to let the others see. Blinking them away, he paced back towards the ship.
"Let's get this over with." He grunted, the last to re-board the shuttle. Baelli signalled the pilot to lift off.
It was going to be one hell of a ride.
(And the Dice Rolls here...)
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Vengeance in the Twilight
Kashyyyk
The Old Woods
TWILIGHT
LIFE DAY, 1900 Hours, Galactic Standard
. . .
They were dead. All of them. Dozens of Imperials strewn all around the woodlands surrounding the camp. Ashr Kaasi strode out in front of the facility, lips pressed together in a grim line, eyes darting over the bodies, taking extra care not to tread on a fallen Imperial.
He hadn't seen such violence in decades.
Focus.
He had been assigned to slice into one of The Old Empire's biggest slave camps on Kashyyyk. The slicer was to be accompanied by Ashlaa, a female Togruta, probably a few years older than his daughter; Baelli, the blatantly-xenophobic human commander who looked to be in his mid-thirties; Tarys, the short, energetic, blue-haired female who looked even younger than Ashr's twenty-one year-old daughter; and five cookie-cutter Imperial soldiers that he elected to take little interest in. But when a distress call was blasted out across all Imperial frequencies, their shuttle was first to the scene.
Yet, too late. Kaasi let out a long sigh.
"What a mess..."
Kashyyyk had been a point of contest between the Imperial Republica and The Old Empire for some time. Slavers of the two Empires vied for control of the planet's Wookie population; whichever side had the most slaves was significantly better off. Of course, Ashr would never own a slave himself. He quietly believed the whole practice to be barbaric, although he was unusually reluctant to say so. But slaves had been a huge, turning cog in the Imperial machine for a long, long time, and any attempt to change that, he concluded, would surely be futile. At very least, you'd need to kill a lot of people to do so. Also not something Ashr would condone. So, perhaps it was the lesser of two evils... At least slaves owned by the Republica would be treated better than those of the Old Empire, of that he was certain.
His eyes drifted across the corpses, to the Imperial clutching a comlink in her bloodied fingers. Officer Zessa Tarriset. Her eyelids lay wide open, from the moment of raw terror that was her last. She had spoken to him only minutes earlier, quickly, yet calmly, spitting out the distress call that brought their squad here. Looking down at the woman's crumpled form, his old eyes barely needed a moment to identify the cause of death. Burn marks. Sith Lightsaber. Clean through the chest.
Excruciatingly painful. Dead in moments.
He knelt down and placed his hand over her eyes, sliding her eyelids shut. For one terrible moment, he was struck by the vivid memory of doing the same for his wife, those many years ago. He couldn't breathe. All of a sudden, he was reminded of why he became an Imperial agent. To stop unnecessary deaths like these. All of a sudden, he was determined.
He overheard Baelli relay the news of the camp's obliteration to their superiors, and Ashr turned to face the group.
"Back into the shuttle everyone. And get your gear ready. The targeted camp is not far north of here." Turning back to face the beaten body of Officer Tarriset, Kaasi paused a moment in the honour of the dead, his mind drifting to the distant, banging drums of Life Day. Tears welled in his eyes, for just a moment, though he did his best not to let the others see. Blinking them away, he paced back towards the ship.
"Let's get this over with." He grunted, the last to re-board the shuttle. Baelli signalled the pilot to lift off.
It was going to be one hell of a ride.
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