>>60988
>> Use the Force

>>60988
> Use the Force

>>60988
>> Use the Force

>Burn Him

(Fucking StarWar fags don't know how to make a worthy enemy)

>>60988
>> Use the Force

>>61071
This. On the tails since they're like extra brain tissue and/or erogenous zones

>>60988
> Use the Force

> Use the Force

You sit down again, facing him eye to eye. “You know we don’t have to do this, don’t you?” He whimpers, sweat and tears beading down his forehead. You hold out your hand, then gently place it on his head. “He shuts his eyes. “Can you feel that? Me walking around in your mind?” As you shut your eyes, you can see faint glossy images of his life. Family man, two kids, both of them kidnapped by the Hutts to serve as slaves. Wife dies in the Free Ryloth Movement, forced to sell supplies and droids to keep himself fed. Has to answer to a very tough thug of a toydarian that extorts him for protection money.

Hm, you should’ve sliced his head off when you had the chance. You don’t understand why he’s so scared to die with a life like that.

“G-… g… I-“ He squeaks, his wrestling in his ropes suddenly becoming more limp. “Stop it. Stop it!” he yells.

“I could just reach in there and retrieve it from you,” you say calmly. You grip his face tighter, making his lips pucker and feeling every contour and curve of his skull. Figures, tailheads are usually skin and bone anyway. “But I don’t want to do that now. I like challenges. Are you challenging me, boy?”

“No!” he squeaks.

“Then talk,” you say. He remains silent for a minute. “… you’re scared of fire aren’t you?” And at that moment, you replace every happy memory of his, every memory that isn’t pain and suffering with flames. Not just the picture, but the sensation, the burning heat floods his mind even now. He screams so loud you think Lonnie could hear him from the cockpit. He wrestles wildly with his ropes, screeching and thrashing around, almost headbutting you too!

Well, hey, you like challenges. Nothing like breaking a tailhead or two to start your day you suppose. “Tell me,” you command.

“Teth!” he shrieks. Oh, there it is. You see images of it, his ship landing, him gleefully selling off food, parts, and droids to the deserters. And then him happily leaving without another word. “They- they’re based out of an old castle on a clifftop! There’s at least a dozen of them, and they got some big tank! That’s all I know, that’s all I know! Please, please, make it stop! Make it stop!” he begs. You stand up. Alright, you believe him. “I told you… I told you what you want…” he cries. “Lemme go… Lemme go…”

You grab your lightsaber off your back, grinning from ear to ear.

You’ll let him go.

[1/2]

-

-

You step onto the crowded bridge of this rusted, manky, downright-ancient Corellian Heavy Lifter. Lonnie modified it to haul large amounts of freight, having salvaged it from the junkyards of Lotho Minor while he was on the run from the Empire. This is of course including attaching a large cargo bay, along with several retractable jibs and winches for hauling up freight and cargo too. Along with additional thruster banks as well, along with a few comms dishes for improved communication across the galaxy, this ship: The Starweird (an oxymoron if you’ve ever heard it) qualifies as quite possibly the ugliest thing since a Gamorrean bridal shower.

There you find Lonnie, manning the controls, a little twitchy, peering out into the space.

You smirk. Gingerly, you lick your finger, then stick it in his ear. “Tssss-“

“AGH!” He jumps out of his seat, knocking over several cups and some parts off the dash. “F- what-“ He stands up, dusting his jacket and his pants off. He brushes back his dirty ashy blond hair. “Nix- what are you-“ You stand there, folding your arms. “… sorry.”

“He talked,” you explain. “Are we anywhere near Teth?”

He blinks. “Yeah, yeah. We’re actually in the system conveniently. What- what happened to-“

“I let him go,” you say. He squints, skeptical. “Right into my blade.” He blinks, then nods slowly. Yeah, that’s better. “So, are we going to Teth or not?”

“Y- yeah, yeah. D- don’t worry.” He settles back into his seat, settling his hands on the controls again. “Uh- just- on your way out. Could you tell R4 to settle that issue I had with the engines? They’ve been hiccupping a little, accelerating, decelerating, the- the likes.”

> Remind Lonnie that you’re in charge. This may be his ship, but you run the show around here.
> Tease Lonnie a little, he’s so high strung, good gracious. Just because you’re blackmailing him into working for you doesn’t mean he can’t take a joke once in a while.
> Leave, Lonnie isn’t worth your time. He’s not even worth your downtime.
> Other

>>61547
> Tease Lonnie a little, he’s so high strung, good gracious. Just because you’re blackmailing him into working for you doesn’t mean he can’t take a joke once in a while.

A bad girl is fine too.

>>61547
>> Tease Lonnie a little, he’s so high strung, good gracious. Just because you’re blackmailing him into working for you doesn’t mean he can’t take a joke once in a while.

Where am I supposed to start reading? Here or on Observer's? Or both?

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>>61624
Yes.

>>61638
To both?

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>>61660
Yes.

>>61547
> Remind Lonnie that you’re in charge. This may be his ship, but you run the show around here.

We are neither a messenger service, nor a barroom tramp.

>>61547
> Tease Lonnie a little, he’s so high strung, good gracious. Just because you’re blackmailing him into working for you doesn’t mean he can’t take a joke once in a while.
I like my Inquisitors to be not so serious when they are in a relaxed environment and to be deadly stern when fighting.

>>61919
I completely agree.

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> Tease Lonnie a little, he’s so high strung, good gracious. Just because you’re blackmailing him into working for you doesn’t mean he can’t take a joke once in a while.

You smirk as he turns around and goes back to your pilot. And to that, you lean forward on his chair and hug him from behind. He absolutely freezes stiff as a board when he feels your chin on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, come on, Lonnie. Something bothering you? Afraid I’ll beat you like a rented droid if you mess something up? Come on, you can tell me,” you say in the most cutesy possible.

He blinks, and slightly turns his head to you. “… yes?”

“Oh.” You giggle a little. Wow, candid. “Hehe. My, my. Am I really that scary?”

His blue eyes shift from you to the door, and to one of his dart guns buried beneath dozens of empty cans and old tools. “A- are you going somewhere with this because- this- this ain’t sexy,” he says. “You’re more than scary than sexy, Nix. N- not that you aren’t sexy- I- I mean, that’s-“ He coughs, trying to clear his throat. “Y- you’re very, I like- but-“ Redness runs up his cheeks, and his eyes shrink in fright and terror. “You- You have a very nice uh… body?”

Wow, he cannot take a joke to save his life. Still, nice that he complimented you though, you consider it a point of pride that you’re still attractive even with your line of work. You quickly give his hair a ruffle and get off of him. He loudly exhales, sweat running down his face. “So, is the Crow ready?” He nods. “Good, I’m gonna borrow it for a bit. My stuff already in there?” He nods again, frantically. “Good, good. Keep up the good work!” You quickly slap his cheeks, making him flinch even more. “Later, Lonnie!”

You turn around and head for the door.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-EOg5LI3v4Q

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-

Teth, mostly covered in alien jungles that gave off a cool purple glow. Nobody is really sure why that is, but you never were an egghead like Lonnie so it’s not like you care. Maybe you’ll ask him and just goof around while he explains that. He hates it when you goof off when he explains things, hehe. You land the even older HWK-290 light freighter down in a clearing in the trees where nothing could see you for miles. And once the legs were all nice and settled, you switched on the sensor jammer. Anybody coming into the area will get their navigational stuff scrambled.

>>62144
[2/2]

Once you disembark, you adjust your black armor plates, and even dust down your little cape. For practical purposes, the cape only reaches a little past your elbows. You pull on a half-mask as well, along with the goggles on your forehead. Your standard Inquisitor lightsaber is on your back, where it should be. “Lonnie, what do I have here?”

“You have a dart rifle, modified it from an Alliance Needler Carbine, good for about a hundred meters out from your target. Single shot bolt action, you got five of those darts in your case.” Now the tech that Lonnie provides you, this is where he’s all business. It’s almost kind of cute really. “Those darts have a potent mixture of my own concoction, based off of Kodashi viper venom, one of the most powerful neurotoxins in the Galaxy, very fast acting, affects the bloodstream on contact and at intense speeds so whoever gets hit drops immediately before they even feel the prick of the dart. No known antidotes, no way to slow the toxin, the guy’s dead in minutes.”

“These darts your design too?” You hold up one, very simple design, single point. Nothing like the Kamino saber darts you used back in training.

“Everything in that case is my design. You also got a backup Q2 hold-out blaster, a pair of thermal detonators, and a smoke grenade in there too. Oh yeah, I also fixed the repulsorlifts in your lightsaber.”

“Lonnie, you’re spoiling me,” you say. You load a dart into the dart gun. “Have eyes on the castle?”

“Yeah, simple design, big fort in the middle, walls all around. It’s a pretty intense climb up there too it seems so I’m not sure how you want to do this.”

> “We’ll do it loudly.”
> “We’ll do it quietly.”
> Other

>>62153
>> “We’ll do it quietly.”

>>62153
> “We’ll do it quietly.”

>Schteel puts star wars on hold
>For more star wars
I'm fine with this.

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>>62189
This is just a side project of mine, just a collab with Observer over in the other thread if you're wondering.

>>60970

Though for those that are here, feel free to discuss things amongst yourselves, ask questions here and there.

>>62204
Don't get me wrong man. I like this more than your little tank girls.

Do we have any idea how long this is gonna last for?

>>62153
> “We’ll do it quietly.”

>>62215
It'll probably last as long as Observer's does.

Also, don't bully the little tank girls by being such a nerd.

>>62153
>“We’ll do it quietly.

we can get loud later

What species is our inquisitor?

>>62330
Human female. Early 20s, goes by the name of "Nix".

no aliums allowed

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>>62358
>That spoiler
Untrue, see this specimen.

>>62374
it's too bad dave filoni is so cruel to our waifus.

> “We’ll do it quietly.”

-

-

Two Stormtroopers stood on the edge of the wall, looking over the sheer drop into the jungle. Their armors were painted olive drab with darker green streaks across in an improvised forest camouflage. “Hey, did you hear what the Boss said?” asks one.

“What he say?” asks the other.

“He said that we’re gonna sell off that TR-MB to the Rebels soon as we can contact them.”

“Good riddance, I don’t know why we bothered stealing that thing. It’s clumsier than our old AT-RTs,” he says.

“I wouldn’t want to be one of those Scout guys, they’re crazy.”

“Well, you’re not. We deserted, remember?” They both sigh. “… Hey, wanna hear a joke?”

“Go ahead.”

“What do you get when you mix a rebel and a flea? A-“ You grab them both by their belts. “What the-“ And before they know it, they’re screaming to their deaths down in the jungle below.

You climb on over the wall, and pull out your dart gun. Five shots says Lonnie. You should tell him to make more later. You crouch run your way to one of the battlements for cover, where another Stormtrooper is patrolling. Once you’re inside, you catch him while he’s facing outside. He turns to see you. “What-“ You grip him with the Force. The breathe escapes him, and he thrashes around trying to reach his throat as he chokes. You quickly step up to him, then take hold of his neck.

With a sickening snap, he’s dead. You toss him over the wall.

Probably would’ve been easier to just toss him over the side.

Once you’re out of the battlement though, you see the big TR-MB parked in the middle of a courtyard in the castle. Several Stormtroopers are patrolling around it, probably the entire garrison. One of them, a commander with black pauldron, directs them.

Time to go to work. You pull up your dartgun, then aim for the gap between his helmet and his chest piece. With only the tiniest puff, the dart goes flying. And without another word, the Commander drops to the ground, dead. The Stormtroopers all notice this, and immediately go on alert.

You grin. Hehe, you got ‘em all scared now.

> Break out the lightsaber.
> Keep picking them off, one by one.
> You feel like a challenge, do this with your bare hands.
> Other

>>62496
> Keep picking them off, one by one.

>>62496
>Keep picking them off, one by one.

Humming quietly to ourselves as we do so

>>62496
> Other

Pick off anyone who looks like they're taking charge.

>>62496
> Keep picking them off, one by one.

>>62496
> Keep picking them off, one by one.
Go full predator on their asses.

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> Keep picking them off, one by one.

You quickly load in another dart, and peer in through the scope. Anyone who looks like they know what they’re doing gets it. Like that guy over there pointing to something. He drops like a durasteel plate.

As you do so, you can’t help but hum to yourself a little. You hate silence, silence is boring, silence is cruel. But when things are loud? When things are loud, things are fun. You snipe out another target, and he goes down right next to the TR-MB’s treads.

This is just way too easy. You load in a new dart.

Suddenly, you hear a rumble, you feel a rumble. You look back to the battlements and see a huge Stormtrooper in heavy hazard armor bust right through the old stone and brick. Instead of a huge repeater or a concussion rifle like you thought, he has two gigantic energy pummels on his wrists, along with a red pauldron on his shoulder as well. “Found you!” he yells in his mechanized cybernetic voice.

Nervously, you grin.

This must be the Boss.

> THE BOSS <
> A Hazard Trooper with a lot to give <

You fire a dart at him. With a loud plink, it disintegrates off of his armor harmlessly. You don’t know what you were expecting. You reach for your lightsaber. But in that huge bulky armor, the Boss charges you and smashes you right down into the courtyard. The remaining Stormtroopers all turn to look at you. “Lonnie!” you shout through the communicator. “Why didn’t you tell me that guy was sneaking up on me!?”

“I- I thought you knew! Who’d miss a guy that big!?” he yells back. Okay, he’s got a point.

“Get her!” yells one of the Stormtroopers. In a rather foolish display of pride, instead of shooting you they decide to charge at you. Oh well, their loss. The first one gets his arm broken when he tries to punch you, then his neck snapped under the heel of your boot. The other is thrown by you right into the side of the TR-MB. A third grabs you from behind and hoists you up. “Aaargh!” You scream as you kick your legs, forcing him back and knocking out a fourth trooper attempting to restrain you.

The Boss drops down from the wall. “Sir!” A Stormtrooper runs up to him. “We’re just about to-“

“Outta my way!” He knocks him aside, sending him flying into the castle wall. “She’s mine!”

You elbow the grabby Stormtrooper in the ribs, then give him a blast from your Q2 Hold-out blaster. He falls over, dead. You look over to the Boss.

You grin. Oh, this is gonna be good.

> Barehand him.
> The lightsaber, go for the lightsaber.
> Other

>>62710
> Barehand him.

>>62710
> The lightsaber, go for the lightsaber.

>>62710
>The lightsaber, go for the lightsaber.

Big Boss gets the fancy treatment.

>>62710
>> The lightsaber, go for the lightsaber.

> The lightsaber, go for the lightsaber.

You draw your lightsaber, the old standard double bladed lightsaber with spinning action. You power it on, revealing the two red blades igniting from the long hilt. The Boss steps back for a second, surprised. But then he holds his ground, smacking his wrist pummels together, daring you to come at him.

You grin from ear to ear, giggling to yourself. “You’re one cocky little tooka.” With a dash from the Force, you propel yourself at him, spinning your lightsaber like a saw. He punches your arm away, almost making you lose the lightsaber. Damn, those energy pummels pack a punch, you can barely feel a thing in that arm now! You switch hands, spinning the lightsaber again. This time, you charge at him again, and this time you see the punch coming. You duck underneath, then slice through his arm.

“Agh! You little-“ He backhands you back some meters. His arm falls off, a cybernetic replacement as is standard for most hazard troopers.

“What are you gonna do now with one arm you cheap little-“ Uh oh. You dive. Right where you were standing, his lost arm goes flying through with the force to dent the armor on the TR-MB. Man, he’s got an arm. He guttural roars at you, charging at you with his good arm.

You leap up, then land down on him. With his head between your thighs, you make to slice his head open. But he grabs you by the leg and holds you upside-down. Okay, world spinning now. Focus, focus. The training taught you everything you need to know in this situation.

Except for this one actually, but you can improvise. You throw your saber at his chest. The spinning blades slice across his chest. “Gaagh!” He falls over backwards, his suit burning and fizzling. You land on your hands, then flip to your feet. And then your lightsaber comes flying back into your hand. Smooth.

You walk over to the Boss, and he coughs up some blood from beneath his helmet. Your lightsaber must have nicked his lung. “Got any last words?” you ask.

“Go to hell,” he growls. “The Empire is done. You saw the Death Star blow up. We’re all finished. You’ll see. You’re nothing without the Empire. Hehe… and without an Empire, you’ll always be nothing.”

That hits a nerve. Hard. You slice his head, and part of his chest, right away from the rest of his body.

“Erm. Nix.” Lonnie calls you. “I- I uh… I ran a scan, you’re the only living thing in that castle. Are you okay? Do you need me to pick you up?”

> “Yeah, come pick me up.”
> “No, let me cool down for a few minutes.”
> Other

>>63176
> “Yeah, come pick me up.”

>>63176
> “Yeah, come pick me up.”

>>63176
> “Yeah, come pick me up.”

We can troll him until we feel better.

>You'll always be nothing
Bullshit, look who's dead, You're literally nothing you nerf fucking traitor.

>>63176
> “Yeah, come pick me up.”

> “Yeah, come pick me up.”

-

-

Your lightsaber hums as it faces off against your training droid, a modified ASP-19 with a phrik armor layer to keep it from being totally destroyed by your lightsaber. Of course, it doesn’t stop you from wrecking it a lot, it just keeps it from being irreparably wrecked, much to Lonnie’s consternation.

You didn’t receive too many wounds today, thank goodness, it means you won’t have to face your medical droid’s endless stream of quips.

Still, something about what that hazard trooper said got to you. Nothing without the Empire? You slash the ASP-19 across the chest, sending it back across the cargo bay. Nothing? As if! Look who’s dead, headless, AND now currently carrion food! Lousy grunt doesn’t know anything about you!

The ASP-19 recovers, and charges at you, raising his training blade high. You slice his arm off, right between the phrik plates, then kick it in the chest. With a bright flourish, you slice his head clean off, and slice off the leg, the other arm, and stab right through the chest. It falls to pieces, dead.

…

Aw dang it. “Lonnie!” you call.

…

“Lonnie!” you call again.

“What?” he says over the intercom.

“I broke the training droid again,” you call.

“Y- you… ugh, one minute.” You can hear him muttering loudly through the intercom. In just a few short minutes, he and one of the ship astromechs, R4-T6, come up to the pile of scrap. “… what the hell did you do!? I know y- you’re trying to keep yourself sharp but show a little love to these things why don’t you!” He kneels down, gathering up the parts.

You sigh, pulling off your armor and stripping your chest down to nothing but the undershirt. “Sorry, Lonnie. Maybe next time you’ll build a droid that manages to kill me,” you say.

“Don’t tempt me.”

“What was that?” You turn your head.

“N- nothing!” he says. “I- I said… don’t- uh, uh…” He goes back to cleaning up the parts. “R4, get that- that thing over there.” R4 whistles melancholically, towing some parts over.

> “You’re such a tooka, Lonnie.”
> “You should say that again, otherwise I’ll think you’re flirting with me, tough guy.”
> Remain quiet, watch him as he fixes up the droid.
> Other

>>63450
>Remain quiet, watch him as he fixes up the droid.

Leer a little

>>63450
> Remain quiet, watch him as he fixes up the droid.

>>63450
> Remain quiet, watch him as he fixes up the droid.

> Remain quiet, watch him as he fixes up the droid.

You sigh, then look at the TR-MB. Thanks to your efforts, it was retrieved from those deserters. However, after handing in your report to the General, he decided he had no need for the prototype, and decided to just give it to you instead. What use does an Inquisitor have for a slow moving mobile command base? Ugh. Maybe Lonnie will get a kick out of it, like he does for fixing your stuff. You lean back on the TR-MB, and tug on your shirt a bit. Sweat is pooling and making your clothes the slightest bit damp. You’ll change later.

Besides, being sweaty makes Lonnie nervous. Once he gathers the parts together, he pulls some spare ones from R4’s little storage bay and starts fixing up the droid piece by piece. It’s almost like an artist at work as you watch him weld the pieces back together, solder new circuits into place, re-align hydraulic systems.

You have no idea what any of that means but you assume it has something to do with engineering. This is why you let Lonnie work on your stuff for you like your blasters, your dartguns, even your lightsaber. Besides, it’s not like he’ll ever grow a spine thick enough to challenge you.

However, once he realizes that you’re staring at him, he looks over at you. “Um.” He flips up his welding goggles, squinting at you. “D-… is, everything?”

“Everything’s fine, Lonnie,” you say.

He glances around the cargo bay. “Well, um… okay.” He tries to go back to work, but when he again notices that you’re staring at him, he drops his shoulders and looks back up at you. “Look, if you’re mad about m- me missing that guy sneaking up on you. I- I’m sorry, R3 came to me, he came to with a broken arc welder, and I told him I was busy- but before I knew it, you were already- I can’t be everywhere.”

“I’m not mad,” you say.

“Y-… you look really mad,” he says. Do you? “I- in fact. I should probably just get going, I’m not gonna- I don’t wanna be like…” He awkwardly gestures around. “Around here.”

“Stay,” you say.

“But-“

“Stay.” You point to the floor. He nods, staying right where he is. R4 beeps as if mocking him. Wow, even the droids have no respect for him. Lonnie sighs in frustration.

> “Sorry for busting the droid.”
> “You need to grow a spine.”
> “Do you need some help?”
> Other

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>A Co-op Quest

Truly, these are strange, wonderful times we live in

>>63774
> “You need to grow a spine.”

Also Schteel--I know this is a side-thing, but are there any plans to have Rhys and the gang show up? Or are they still relegated to farming Space Corn while Miri hones her Force skills moving farm equipment with her mind?

>>63774
> “You need to grow a spine.”

>>63791
Rhys and company aren't gonna show up, mostly to keep focus on the Inquisitors.

So basically you're stuck with NiceBody Inquisitor and Lonnie.

>>63774
> “You need to grow a spine.”

>>63791
Also the actually competent one.

>>63774
>"Sorry your droid wasn't good enough."

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>>63818
>>63863

Eh, just as well.

Any chances of a Sith Inquisitor waifus/stormtrooper waifus?

>>63918
Is that our inquisitor? If so I want her to waifu herself. Just find a mirror and fall in love.

>>63874
Mean...

>>63973
Yeah... well she's a sith sooo...

>>63983
>Inquistors
>Sith
Nice joke buddy.

>>64006
They trained her wrong, as a joke?

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>>63950

Eh, I've got a couple more.

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>>64032

>>64032
Dem hips.

Daaaaaaaaammn!

> “You need to grow a spine.”

“Lonnie, I think it would do you and your family some good if you grew something called a spine.”

“Look, I- I told you a million times already.” He wags his finger at you as he works. “I don’t like- like going out and uh… fighting. That’s not me. I’m perfectly okay with working here, with my droids and my tech, and that’s the truth.”

“I mean, like… stop stuttering and stop being such a doormat,” you say. “I know that our relationship is kind of… rocky.”

Lonnie stares at you. “You’re threatening to turn me in to the Empire for deserting the Imperial Academy on Mandalore after I was drafted and I stole that HWK you’re flying if I don’t do whatever you want.” You open your mouth to say something else. “And before you say that’s an empty threat, you also threatened to turn me in to my family too.”

You shrug. “Hey, I didn’t think House Vizsla could raise such a coward.”

“Look, my- my family- why am I even talking to you about this!?” he shouts. That’s surprising, he doesn’t shout all that much. “Look, here’s me growing a spine, alright? Just leave me alone for a minute and let me fix my damn droid! Okay?” He blinks, biting his lip when he realizes what he just said. “… that is- I mean- I’m sorry, that just-“

“No, no.” You hold up your hand. “More of that. I like that.”

He shudders. “Please…”

You shake your head. “Whatever.” You check the time on your holopad. “There’s somebody I need to contact actually.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine. Just use the holotable in the bridge,” he says. He rubs his forehead, groaning. “J- just get outta here, okay, Nix?” You nod, smiling mockingly at him. What an adorable little coward you have serving you. You decide to tease him a little more by giving an extra shake to your hips as you leave. You know he loves, and you know that he hates loving it too.

Emperor praised, makes you feel alive doing that.

-

-

“R2.” One of the droids on the bridge turns his dome to you. “Are our comms up?” He beeps affirmatively, plugging in. “Get me, Gavin.” Might as well boast the accomplishment of today to your stupid little rival. Idiot pretender that he is, having a conversation with him is more fruitful than Lonnie at least.

As R2-M44 patches through, you fold your arms and wait.

…

This next update is gonna be something, I barely know what I'm doing.

>>64082
Do we get to see Jennis? Does she appease the angry sith girl with homestyle southern cooking and a cooing accent?

>>64107
Jennis will probably excluded too like the rest of Rhys and company. I'm mostly keeping this standalone from Fortune Hunter due to A. this taking place after ANH and B. so I don't on its coattails and C. Not having to force Observer to follow my set canon on things.

Though honestly, I'd like for her to make a cameo or something, we'll see.

>>64082

Coming on screen now was that snobby, no-sense, ill-poised, blue-eyed, wavy black haired, chav that calls himself an Inquisitor. Thankfully, you’re spared the view of his holoroom which you know for a fact is probably the only fancy thing on his junker of a ship. Please.

What a pretender.

A pretender that looks like an absolute lawn ornament. What is he even wearing? Where’s he planning on going, to the Operas?

"Coming to ask me to bail you out of another system's jail, Nixie?" he says.

> “Piss off. I came to report a mission success to you.”
> “Piss off.”
> “Piss off. I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.”
> Other

>>64191
> “Piss off. I came to report a mission success to you.”

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>>64191
>> “Piss off. I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.”

So much bile and vinegar in this one.

>>64191
> “Piss off. I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.”

>>64191
> “Piss off. I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.

Insinuate that he is incapable of similar accomplishments!

> “Piss off. I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.”

“Piss off, I just wanted to see what new messes our little pretender has gotten himself into this time.” Suddenly, you hear a knocking noise on the door. “Lonnie, I’m busy!” You look back at Gavin, folding your arms. “So why the lawn ornament look, you trying to disguise yourself as an Aleen, trying to sneak your way into a tourist trap so you can assassinate some poor soul who just wanted to buy something at the gift shop?”

...

AND NOW WE PLAY THE WAITING GAME.

"Had a little fun blackmailing a traitor into giving me all his money and 100 kilos of Tatooine sand, no big deal." He shrugs nonchalantly. "It's coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere. I'm sure it will make a useful interrogation tool."

You cross your arms.

Who in the name of the Emperor buys 100 kilos of sand!?

> “That’s a lot of sand.”
> “I know our childhoods were rough but this is a little extreme.”
> “You’re a nutter if you think people are incensed by sand.”
> Other

>>64425
> “That’s a lot of sand.”
> “I know our childhoods were rough but this is a little extreme.”

>>64425
>Yes, very... impressive, enjoy your sand.

>In-fact take your trophy to one of the moffs, or perhaps Lord Vader, all should see your wondrous accomplishment.

>>64425
> “I know our childhoods were rough but this is a little extreme.”

>>64444
>>64425
I second the attempt to give lord vader sand

>>64573
Vader's deadang this is post- hold up, is this post DS1 or DS2?

>>64594
Post DS1.

>>64594
Lord Vader is alive and well! And would surely welcome the Inquisitors gift of sand!

Nix shifts her hip to the side."I know our childhoods were rough but this is a little extreme."

"Not as rough as the beating I gave the Governor's son." You chuckle lightly. "He broke my tea cup, the fool. He's lucky I didn't rip him limb from limb."

Nix takes on a mocking tone. "Awww, poor baby. He broke your tea cup? What, did you buy it for 2 credits at a Jawa meet or something?" She tilts her head ever so slightly to the side. "It must have been so valuable."

You cross your arms, glaring at Nix. "It was one of the Emperor's old tea cups. Don't you remember? I had help from a little Nixie sneaking in, nickin' everything in sight before our master ran us out."

Nix stabs the air with her finger. "Okay, first off, do not ever call me Nixie." She holds up another. "Second, it's your own bleeding fault for serving those in the first place."

You blink, sputtering for a moment. "Shut up." You rub your cheek. "I was being a gentleman and the brute decided to act out. Much like you do all the time, hothead."

"Pffft," Nix waves you off. "More like pretending to be a gentleman. I don't see why you insist on being something you're not, Gavin."

"Well, I, uh," You pause, trying to think of something to say. "Don't see why you insist on dragging Lonnie all over the place. He's a coward and a traitor and you know it."

"At least he doesn't try to be something he's not."
Over the intercom, Bugsy's monotone cuts into the conversation. "Do you require that I-

"No you stupid droid, just, not right now." You say with a sigh.

"Is that your droid?"

"Yes, yes, the damned fool always asks questions that way."

"Lonnie never asks me questions like that."

Well from what it looks like, I have to meet with the rebel leader here. So, see-" You stop."Wait, how does Lonnie ask you questions?"

The door opens behind you to reveal Bugsy standing there, motioning you to follow.

"Wait, no nevermind, I have to go." As you walk out you kill the connection.

"What's the situation, droid?" You ask.

"There are 1325 people in this facility, and all of them have a vantage point on the GX1. The probable leader of the faction is approaching with what appears to be an honor guard."

Bugsy shakes his head.

"They do not look happy."

> [To Be Continued].

>>64660
-

-

“Ugh. Typical. Hang up on a lady.” The door opens, and Lonnie steps in, finally being allowed into his own bridge. “Lonnie, what was so important you needed to interrupt me during a call with a person I really want to kill?”

Lonnie rubs his hands together, a bit frightened by your anger. Ugh, typical. “It’s a Moff, Nix. He called for you, I had to- I had to tell him you were busy. But he’s got a new mission for you, some place pretty remote. He says- he needs some housecleaning to do.”

Oh?

You grin. “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s head out, Lonnie.”

We're done for the night, yeah.

Sorry for the slowness in the latecoming but hopefully we get it right next time.

>>64685
Thanks for running schteel!

>>64685
Thanks for running Schteel and Observer. This quest is one small step for anon, one giant leap for questfags.

Anyone know when these things usually get started for the day? I binge-read this thread last night and it was all over by the time I reached the end ;-;

>>67005
Poor anon.

However, I don't think I'll be able to run this until sometime next week until Observer is also available. Still trying to work out the kinks. I got this thread up though if you have questions that need answering.

>>67146
>>67005

Actually, strike that, I could probably run in an hour or so, anon.

>>67184
Excellent! Just wondering, is it recommended that I read Obeserver's Inquisitor thread too, or is this one a stand-alone story? I'm pretty new to /qst/

>>67232
I do recommend it considering these two Quest are supposed to merge at several points through the story. However, as a stand-alone, you don't necessarily need to read one or the other to get what one's doing.

“We call this planet U553. It is a very lush planet, covered in green plains, large forests, with only one real large ocean in the northern hemisphere and several bigger lakes dotted throughout. It lays outside of Imperial jurisdiction, and it is too far for me to send Star Destroyers to claim it. Which is why I believe there may be a Rebel presence on the planet.”

You and Lonnie are sitting through the Moff’s prerecorded briefing on your new mission. You fold your arms, sighing deeply. Just please get to who needs to be killed and how many need to be killed and be done with it.

“We have received isolated reports from probe droids of people hiding out in the woods, along with these pictures showing what appear to be ships as well.” A few pictures show up on the holotable, showing frazzled and unclear images of what appear to be Corvettes and transports docked in the forests, with camouflage netting situated on their hulls. Not very convincing. “There are three ships, which leads me to believe there are at least 100 to 200 rebels on the planet. Currently, we haven’t received any reports of attacks coming and going from this system, but I would like this problem nipped in the bud. Exterminate this cell, and bring me their leader alive. For all we know, this could lead us to the terrorists that destroyed the Death Star. You are dismissed, Inquisitor.”

The recording ends. You smile a little. At least the mission is simple. Go in, exterminate a whole load of rebels, leave. What could be so complicated about that? You look over to see Lonnie messing around on his wrist-mounted computer, and you quickly nudge him to attention. “Lonnie, is the Crow ready?”

“Uh- yeah, yeah. It is.” He stands up quickly, then projects you a hologram of the old HWK-290. “Sensor jammer is functional, weapons are A-OK. I also loaded in your bike too along with some surveillance equipment, weaponry that you might need. And then I-“

You grab his collar, silencing him. “Before we get into all that. Maybe this will be the day you finally come with me groundside?” You smirk, giving him a very coy look. “I mean, it gets so lonely with just little old me…” You run your hand down your hip, sighing in mocking frustration.

He blinks. “… yeah, I- I mean, I can contact you fine from up here and- d- do you really want to leave this ship in the hands of the droids?” You both look over to see the astromechs playing a game of sabaac on the dashboard of the bridge. That is honestly the only good point he has in this argument. “I-… I mean, I’m not exactly the most field capable kind of guy, Nix.”

> “Today’s an exception. Get packing.”
> “Fine, fine. Continue to be such a little tooka.”
> Other

>>67583
> “Fine, fine. Continue to be such a little tooka.”

>>67583
>> “Fine, fine. Continue to be such a little tooka.”
>Shame too I could've used the company~

>>67583

> “Fine, fine. Continue to be such a little tooka.”

>>67583
>>67609
Teasing catty Sith seconded.

> “Fine, fine. Continue to be such a little tooka.”

“You sigh, letting going of his collar. “Fine, be a little tooka for the rest of your life, Lonnie.” For a second, a very frustrated glare creases his face, before fading back into his usual worried expression. “Shame really.” You place your hands on your hips, arching your back a little. “I could’ve used some company. Gets lonely on those cold nights, only a tiny tent to myself, having no one to cuddle with.”

“Y- yeah, I don- I don’t cuddle with people that threaten to turn me in to the Empire or to my family and constantly break my stuff,” he says. “Nobody does that.”

“Nobody except a slave,” you state bluntly. Honestly, this cowardly act of Lonnie’s gets really annoying after a while. You really wouldn’t mind it if for one minute he’d just told you off about the stuff you pull on him. Heck, you’ve caught him staring a few times when you’re meditating or when you’re training. And you’re definitely sure he watches you when you’re in the refresher having a shower. He’s just human after all. It’s almost disappointing how House Vizsla can produce such a cowardly, sniveling, manky little man. “Get my ship ready.”

“Yeah, you’re the boss,” he says. “Uh, R3.” R3 whirls his dome over from his station at navs. “Come on, we gotta get the Crow ready.”

Another day at work you suppose. What fun.

-

-

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6laPiPI4RKU

The Moff was not kidding when he described this place as “lush”. As you flew the Crow above the tree lines, you could see crystal clear waters, trees as far as the eye could see, and rolling plains where there weren’t. Little herd creatures resembling nerfs, and horned beasts like the Reek or the even bigger Thune were also out and around. This planet seems almost untouched by the hand of civilization.

Until now of course. “U- uh… Nix, I would go much closer to those ships if I were you.”

“Air defenses?” you ask.

“Yeah, l- looks like a defense grid of what appears to be camo’d missile turrets. They definitely don’t want an attack from the sky.” Well, that figures. “I’ll scope you a place to land. You’re gonna come up to a clearing in about 300 meters northwest.”

You guide the Crow leftwards, hugging the tree line so as to avoid any potential passive scanner arrays. Finally, you do see the clearing that Lonnie informed you about. The Crow lands down, settling on the soft grounds of U553. And with that, you unload your bike loaded up with camping bags, your weaponry, and the comms equipment. “Lonnie, anything I should know?”

“W- well, I’m scanning the location of those ships. But… I’m not picking up any thermal readings, no lifesigns detected either.” What? They must have some sort of jammer for that you guess. There’s jamming equipment for everything these days. You drop down onto the ground and adjust your armor a little.

Alright, so…

> Set up camp here first, you might be in for a long stay anyway.
> Get going, there’s a rebels to slaughter.
> Other

>>67873
> Get going, there’s a rebels to slaughter.

>>67873
> Set up camp here first, you might be in for a long stay anyway.

>>67873
>> Set up camp here first, you might be in for a long stay anyway.

>>67873
> Set up camp here first, you might be in for a long stay anyway.
Seems like there might be a few too many to deal with without a plan, even for us.

also
>Scold/Tease Lonnie about his equipment getting blocked by some dirty rebel tech.

> Set up camp here first, you might be in for a long stay anyway.

You throw up a tarp over the Crow’s hull, then pull it taut it and stake it into the ground to act as a camo net and as a makeshift tent. Your own tent is gonna be less exposed to the air that’s for sure. It may be small but its cozy. Once that’s done, you place down the comm equipment and plug it all in to a large battery. Honestly, you’re not sure how any of this stuff works, this is Lonnie’s area of expertise, not yours. You’re a fighter, not an egghead. And unlike Gavin, you’re not going to pretend to know something you don’t.

“Lonnie…”

“What?” he asks.

“You know, considering the sensor jammer, I would’ve assumed that-“

“That sensor jammer only works on the passive spectrum, not the active. It can’t scramble missile pathfinding systems but what it does is disguise your own presence from surface scanning equipment, passive, not active. If it were active-“

“Are you saying that the Rebels are a step ahead of you?”

“… I- I wouldn’t say… I mean, look. I can’t be like the biggest techhead here, if I were, the Empire would make you turn me in and then I’d be dead. You know?”

“Sure.” You sit down on one of comm banks.

“Hey, don’t sit down on those, I see you sitting down on that!” You stand up, shaking your head. “This equipment is delicate, you gotta love it.”

“I do love it!” you declare. You slap it. You can just seem him cringing now. “How come you don’t show me that kind of love.”

“Because you’d probably kill me,” he says quickly. That’s fair. “W-… wait, I’m picking up a reading. It looks like more ships are coming out of hyperspace.” Oh? You turn on the comms equipments, and get a reading on hyperspace exits coming in towards the planet. “Looks like a couple of transports, and a Hammerhead corvette coming in.”

“Can you see them?” you ask.

“No, no, I’m hanging around the dark side of the planet. But I can calculate their trajectory for you. It looks like they mean to land.”

> Intercept their landing site, let’s see who these guys are.
> No, it’s time you made for that Rebel camp anyway.
> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.
> Other

>>68172
>> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

>>68172
> Intercept their landing site, let’s see who these guys are.

>>68172
> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

>>68172
> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

If anything, just wait until dusk to get some recon. Trying to scout them out in broad daylight is asking to get noticed.

>>68172
>> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

operation:sneaky sithy a go!

>>68172
>Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

> Nah, wait around for nightfall, where you can operate freely.

You pull up a chair, then slouch on back and kick your feet up on the comms equipment. “Erm. N-Nix, there’s a third party landing. A- aren’t you going to do something about that?”

“Not right now I’m not.” You check the time. “I’m gonna wait until dusk, then get on the reconnaissance. Lonnie, you stay right where you are until you’re discovered. Keep observing, alright?”

“A-… alright, I guess. I’ll keep an eye for you,” you say.

“Good, in which case.” You look over at the comms equipment, then see the tiny little camera set up for security purposes on one of the comms banks. You pick it up, then grin coyly into its lens. “I’m gonna slip into something a little more comfortable and have myself a nice bath.”

“… okay?”

“I’m trying to make you cringe at what you’re missing, Lonnie, play along,” you say.

“I’d- uh… I’d rather not, sorry.”

-

-

With the sun now barely setting below the horizon, you fire up the JR-4 Swoop that you carry along in the Crow, then power through at low speeds. The key here is stealth. You don’t want to accidentally wake any animals or alert any sentries with the very distinct loudness of a Swoop bike. “Lonnie,” you call. “What do you have?”

“Well, third party’s set up camp around their landing zone. There’s only a couple dozen, maybe thirty life signs down there. What’s really interesting though, they seem to be herding animals together, capturing them, putting them into cages,” he says.

“Any distinct ships?” you ask.

“Uh, hold on, lemme switch views. There’s- there’s a Hammerhead corvette painted in red, looks like a couple of Zygerrian freighters too.”

You stop your bike.

Oh great. Zygerrians. “Are you sure?” you ask.

“Definitely, looks like the D’Leer family clan. Wh- what are they doing here?”

“Probably sweeping the planet for animals to fight in the arenas on Zygerria.”

“What do y- you think?”

> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.
> Avoid the slavers for now, focus on the Rebels.
> Other

>>68418
>Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

>>68418
> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

They might want to buy some of the rebels we'll have later.

>>68418
> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

>>68418
>> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

>>68418
> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.


Isn't this Jennis's old clan?

> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

-

-

You send out a friendly signal on your swoop and have Lonnie transmit that to their comms network. One of the great benefits of having Lonnie around is that he’s an excellent communications guy, which means he can very quickly intercept and decrypt radio transmissions no matter how well they’re defended. You could say that one of the side benefits of you having Lonnie around is him not having to be a Rebel because of that honestly.

And once you arrive at camp, the Slavers welcome you in with fierce glares, loaded up blasters and charged up shock whips, and a camp full of tortured and frightened animals. Many of them are Zygerrians, but you also spy a few Weequay here and there, some Klatoonians, and a lot of Trandoshans as well. A large bonfire is set in the center in the wagon circle of all the ships, where their leader meets you.

Meeting you now is a very fiery looking Trandoshan, wearing a Wookiee pelt hood, a chest plate made from the exoskeleton of an Acklay, and near glowing red eyes that make the rest of his chalk white skin look like a skeleton. “Wwwell… what do we have here?” You step off your bike, and pull off your half-mask and goggles to reveal your face. “Ooooh, what an exquisite…” He licks his teeth, purring. “Specimen.”

“Nice to meet you too,” you say.

“Interesting you slice our comms just to tell us you’re coming as a friend,” he hisses. “My name is Kassk. I lead this bunch.”

> Kassk <
> Hunter extraordinaire, part-time slaver, full-time killer <

You cross your arms. “I’m just here to reach an understanding with you lot.”

“A pretty face like yours, we already are at one,” he says. “What do you wish to talk about?”

> An alliance
> “Just stay out of my way. I got a job to do.”
> “Me killing you.” Attack them.
> Other

>>68533
Good eye, it is.

>>68418
>> Establish contact with the Slavers, maybe you might get something out of it.

They're not the objective, but having them around creates white noise we can use to move around more freely.

>>68599
> An alliance
I'm about to scatter some rebels on base, you make sure they aren't any loose ends by grabbing the ones who run.

>>68599
> An alliance

>>68599
>> An alliance

> An alliance

“There’s a Rebel cell here. I need to destroy it. There’s at least a couple of hundred of them, and while I do like a good challenge I don’t like to… bother myself if I can help it.” Kassk rubs his snout, nodding for you to continue. “I want you to help me. I’m gonna be scattering them, anyone that leaves their camp, I want you to snatch up. Alive preferably, dead, makes no difference honestly. Anyone who lives, I want in on to interrogate.”

“What do we get out of this?” he asks.

“Slaves?” you ask. “Free stuff? I got no use of their ships.” The hunters all mutter to themselves, apparently in agreement that this might be a good deal. “So, you want to help or not?”

He nods. “We’ll help. But for a price.”

You roll your eyes. “What kind of price?”

“You have a very er… luscious disposition about you,” he says. “I would like to discuss perhaps something more…” He snorts, snarling loudly. “Intimate.”

You narrow your eyes. Is he… “Are you flirting with me?”

“When you travel through space, any port in a storm is welcome.”

… he is. Okay, for once, this is actually uncomfortable.

> “We can discuss that another time.”
> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”
> “How about no, and I hold in my vomit.”
> Other

>>68885
>> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”
Well... if that's what it takes

>>68885
>> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”

>>68885
> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”

>>68885
>> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”
AFTER the business is finished.
We do have some good poison, right?

>>69096
Lonnie's a skilled chemist, he can whip you up something good.

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This was done on purpose wasn't it.

>>69096
You don't want to bed a trandoshan?

>>69170
Yes.

>>69170
ours is a clever German

> “Fine, maybe a drink or something.”

You roll your eyes. Ugh, the things you do to secure the Empire’s hold in the Outer Rim. “Very well. Fine. We can have a drink, but nothing more.”

He huffs. “Fine, a drink.” He holds out his hand, a three clawed appendage with a lot of stories to tell. You shake it, and shake it firmly. You’re not scared of him, and you’re certainly not going to bend your butt over for a bunch of slavers. “Where are they?” You project a holomap of the area, with the areas in red marking out the suspected rebel ships. “Hm… those are some old ships.”

“They are,” you say. Kassk motions a few hunters over to see what’s going on. “I want you to set up a perimeter all around. Anyone tries to run, you nab them. Kill or capture, I don’t care, anyone gets through I will be very mad.”

“I can imagine.” Kassk licks at his teeth more as he examines the map closely. “I’ll put my men here and here, around these clearings, and have the AT-RT drivers herd any stragglers out back to us.” Okay, that’s a sound plan. “How do you intend on getting in?”

You shrug. “Well, I consider myself a very sneaky little girl.” You place the holopad back on your belt. “All you have to do is follow the plan.” He snorts again, grinding his teeth eagerly. You look at all the rest of the hunters, who grunt and shrug in agreement. “Wow, really excited you lot.”

-

-

You skulk through the bushes. With night having fallen fully, you and the rest of the hunters were moving into position, knocking out sentries and disabling any early warning devices before they could alert the Rebel camp. As much as you loathe having to crawl along the ground where all the insects, pointy sticks, and dirty mud is, there was something very exhilarating about stealth. It made you feel invincible.

One rebel soldier was patrolling around by himself with a flashlight hastily taped to his blaster., By the looks of his helmet and his khaki uniform, he must have been Chandrillan militia. The Empire, and by extension you, never trusted those so-called “peaceful” people. They claim to love order and liberty and yet they allow hundreds of their own people to leave their planet to join the Rebel Alliance. Despicable.

And for his crimes, you grab him by the neck, and silently choke him to death. You watch the life leave his eyes as he struggles to break free of your grasp, before finally giving in. He goes limp, and you quickly shove his body into more bushes.

[1/2]

>>69264
[2/2]

As you approach, some floodlights illuminate the camp, revealing all kinds of people moving around, from militia to women and children. There you spot two very important looking people communicating. “I don’t know how long we can stay here.” By the red uniform he wears, along with the big white helmet with black visor, he must have been the guy in charge. “We’re running on supplies, and judging by the landing of those ships, this planet isn’t as secluded as we thought it was.”

The other was far more interesting to you. He was a tall man, wearing white and gray robes, accompanied by a pair of white painted BX-series commando droids. His face was concealed beneath a black mask, with a glowing blue optic, shrouded beneath a hood. “What do you propose then, Captain?”

“We move in the morning,” says the Captain. “Get the women and children out first, then we can worry about the weapons.”

“Are the weapons not more important to this Rebellion, Captain?” asks the hooded man.

“L- look, I know you have that… uh…” The Captain gives the hooded man a very confused and angry look. “What was it, Ebony, E-…”

“Echani,” he growls.

“Yeah, whatever. Look, the weapons are not as important to me as the people. We have to get these people to safety with the rest of the Rebel fleet,” he says.

The…

The Rebel Fleet? You blink. He knows where the Rebel Fleet is!?

“Now rest up, we leave early,” says the Captain. The hooded man shakes his head, motioning his droids to follow. The Captain shoves his hands in his pockets, muttering to himself as he boards the CR90 Corvette.

> Follow the Captain
> Follow the Hooded Man
> Surprise attack!
> other

>>69270
> Follow the Captain

>>69270
> Follow the Captain

>>69270
>> Follow the Captain

>>69270
>Follow the Captain

> Follow the Captain

You duck low, then quickly sift through between the crates, the rocks, and into tents to avoid detection. Several patrols pass you on by, probably too tired to really notice you even if they see you. In the darkness, their eyes being adjusted to this light means they probably wouldn’t even see you before it’s too late anyway.

You quickly get up the ramp, hurrying inside. Once you’re in, you take cover in one of the doorways. You spotted the Captain’s red uniform turning a corner. He’s probably headed up to the bridge. And since almost everybody is outside, you have free room to maneuver. You hurry down the hallway, then stop yourself before the corner. A guard walks by, rubbing his head. Yep, these guys are tired. And when they’re tired, they make mistakes.

You hurry around the corner and up to the elevator. With that in mind, just because they make mistakes doesn’t mean you have to make any yourself. It’s all about not interrupting them when they do. As you descend up, you quickly check your armor, and your lightsaber. You’re going to need that.

Suddenly, the door opens. On the other end is a kid, no older than seven.

…

You hold a finger to your lips. She blinks, nodding slowly. You quickly send the elevator back up.

Please don’t make you regret not killing that child.

The doors open again, and you hurry down the hallway to the bridge doors. You pull out a fake code cylinder from your belt, then insert it into the door controls. Another one of Lonnie’s design, a door slicer. The door hisses open, revealing a bridge staff of three guys, and the Captain himself. “Hey!” yells the Captain.

Nope. You ignite your lightsaber, then throw. It sails around the room, slicing up all the electronics, the bridge staff, and finally the door controls as well. The door is shut behind you, the comms are shot, the lights are dimmed, and the Captain is now at your mercy. “You know something I want to know,” you say.

He breathes heavily, holding his hands up. “Even if I did, why would I tell you?”

“They always tell me what I want,” you say. You spin up your lightsaber. It saws through the floor as you advance on him. “Where is the Fleet?”

He smirks. “I don’t know,” he says mockingly. “The Fleet’s location changes almost every cycle. We never use the same location twice. You’re wasting your time.”

> He’s right. Just kill him.
> He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)
> Other

>>69645
>> He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)
Nothing wrong with some good old fashioned Force Mind Rape

>>69645
> He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)
Force

>>69645
>He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)
Threaten to enslave everyone in the camp. We were going to either way but it could help.

>>69645
> He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)

Force mind probing, coupled with, if he doesn't tell us, we'll go kill children, we saw at least one.

>>69645
>He’s wrong, prove him wrong. (Insert interrogation method here)

Mind Scramble

> He’s wrong, prove him wrong.

You grab him then shove him against one of the consoles, and beneath his chin the lightsaber blade goes. He tries anything, he’ll be down one head. “You’re going to tell me.” He quietly laughs, either in fright, or smugness. You plant your hand on his face, and squeeze it tight. What does he know? He groans, twitching as you probe and feel around in the deep recesses of his mind. What does he know?

You see a fleet of cobbled together ships, Gallofree transports, CR90s, X-Wings. The Rebel Fleet, he’s seen it.

But you don’t see any landmarks. No planets, asteroids, stars, anything.

You see General Dodonna, you see Wedge Antilles, he’s seen them.

Where is the Fleet?

A vein sticks out on his forehead as sweat beads down his face. “Where is it!?” you scream in his face.

“… what-“ He laughs even more. “What? Hehehe… Not digging- ngh deep enough?”

You need to go deeper. He yells out in phantom pain as you tear through his memories. His wife being shot down by Stormtroopers. His children abandoning him to join the Stormtrooper corps. The evacuation of Yavin IV. Explosions all around. Ships being shot down.

But no Fleet.

You edge your blade closer, cooking the sweat dripping down on his neck. “You will tell me. If you won’t say anything, maybe the kids will.” His eye twitches. “Don’t think I won’t. There’s no line the Empire won’t cross.”

“… that’s why you’ll never win,” he growls.

You blink.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door. “Captain, what’s going on in there!?”

> “Tell them everything is fine.”
> Kill the Captain and go loud. This is pointless.
> Other

>>69990
>> “Tell them everything is fine.”
Or I start with the children.

>>69990
>> Other
Remind him of his duty to these people.
If he alerts them, we'll have to start killing and killing and killing...

>>69990
>>70033
This, make sure to mention muh chilluns

>>69990
>> “Tell them everything is fine.”

seconding >>70024

> “Tell them everything is fine.”
> Other

You keep the lightsaber close to his neck, and glare at him in the eye. “You have a duty to these people. If you say anything to alert them I’ll kill them, I’ll kill the men, the women, and the children. Got that? Now tell them that everything is fine.”

He glares at you, breathing heavily. “Everything’s fine in here,” he says loudly and with authority. “There’s a problem with the door controls. Go find an engineer to fix it.”

“Yes, sir!” says the voice on the other end.

And back to business. “I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish. The location of the Fleet is a need-to-know basis. Nobody here knows where it is, because if we knew, the Empire would just torture it out of us.”

“Surely you have nav logs to read,” you say.

“We scrub them after meeting with the Fleet,” he says back. “You, are in no position to get anything out of me. And if you think that threatening to kill children will break me…” He laughs a little. “All you’re doing is making sure the Empire never wins in the end.”

“You are the one who won’t win!” You bash your hilt against his face, splattering blood across the dash. That broke his nose for sure. He snarls, blood dripping out of a nostril, and a giant red bruise on his cheek. “Tell me now, or I-“

You feel something poke against your gut. You look down to see him wielding your hold-out blaster that was strapped to your belt.

Oh the little git.

You slice his arm off, sending him sprawling to the floor. He screams loudly in pain, holding his stump of an arm.

“Captain!?” Someone yells behind the door into the bridge. “Captain, I heard screaming, what’s going on in there!” Didn’t they just leave!? Ugh, for the love of- You look around.

> Bust through the door.
> Crawl up the vent, and hopefully out of the ship.
> Bust through the main windows.
> Other

>>70356
> Crawl up the vent, and hopefully out of the ship.

>>70356
>Bust through the door.

Whelp now we're frustrated and angry, time to murder rampage some folks

>>70356
> Bust through the door.

>>70356
>> Bust through the door.
Well, we tried subtlety, time for the Tarkin approach
Kill until someone talks.

>>70356
> Bust through the door.

> Bust through the door.

“Captain!” You take a deep breath, then push the door. It goes sailing through the hall, smashing the poor soul standing behind it against the wall. The other two soldiers are immediately sliced to ribbons by your lightsaber.

“Who the hell is that!?” yells a rebel soldier. “Run, go, go!” Everybody in the ship starts fleeing, running for their lives. They probably don’t know they’re choosing slavery over being killed. You hurry on to follow them. First down the elevator, then down the cargo ramp. They’ve already set up an E-Web to try and box you in. But before they can fire, you toss a thermal detonator. “Look out!”

The explosion is big enough to set the bottom of the CR90’s hull aflame, and send a message to the Hunters. It’s time to roll. You hear stun rifles and net guns fire off in the distance as they nab fleeing targets. AT-RTs start trampling through the camp as well, further inspiring confusion and fear.

A rebel soldier rushes at you with a stunprod. He tries to whack you over the head, only to have his arm slashed off. “Aaahhh!” You end his suffering by removing the head too. He falls over in pieces. Another tries blasting at you from behind, but this time, it actually works. The shot is absorbed by your armor, but it’s enough to burn your skin and make you yell out in pain. The bastard! Another shoots at you as well, nailing your shoulder.

Okay, there’s quite a few of them!

Good!

You grip one by the neck through the Force, and toss him into a stack of barrels. Another tries blasting you from behind, but is met by your saber being thrown right through his face. You call it back, then spin it up again, rushing it at another group of rebels.

But once they see you running at them, they turn and flee.

Right into a group of Hunters. They raise their weapons at them, forcing the Rebels to drop theirs. You hear more screaming and blaster fire in the distance as the rest of the camp is slaughtered to a man.

Kassk walks up to you, wielding a Wookiee bowcaster. “My men are hunting the runners down as we speak.” He looks over at the group of women and children, backed up only by a few soldiers. “What do you want done with these?”

> Kill them.
> Interrogate them.
> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”
> Other

>>70670
>“You’re slavers, enslave them.”

>>70670
> Interrogate them.
> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”

>>70670
>> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”
> Other, Tell them to keep an eye out for a man or a group in hoods

>>70670
> Interrogate them.
> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”

>>70699
yeah never trust hooded old people.

>>70670
>Interrogate them.

Civilians still know things. Or hear things. Things that might make the rest more talkative

>>70670
> Interrogate them.
> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”

It also helps them profit long term.

Jesus christ we're literally count dooku.

>>70670
>you're slavers, enslave them
Some little extra profit always makes a deal better.

> Interrogate them.
> “You’re slavers, enslave them.”

You walk up to the ground, disengaging your lightsaber and clipping it on your back. “Right. Here’s what’s gonna go down.” You hold up your finger, addressing the entire lot of these dirty rebels. All of them, from the old and the young, to the sickly and the strong, look at you with some amounts of fear, contempt, and rage. “I want to know where the Rebel fleet is. To the people who tell me the truth, I will let you go. The Hunters won’t enslave you, you’ll be on your way, no problem. But to those who don’t, you’re looking at a very long stay in a Zygerrian auction block, and for those of you blessed with the gift of beauty, a longer stay in chains on a Hutt’s hand.”

Kassk smirks, stepping up next to you. “Alright, who wants to talk?” he shouts.

…

One of them, a young soldier stands up. “I know where the Rebel fleet is.” You smile. Really. “It’s up your arse.” The group quietly laughs at your expense. Oh. Oh, we’re making jokes now are we? A pair of hunters quickly grab him by the arms and take him away, dragging him off to an unfortunate end.

“Would anyone else like to speak?” you ask.

…

You fold your arms. “Come on. This isn’t hard.”

But despite the threat of being enslaved by some of the worst people in the Galaxy, none of them budge at all. Not the women, not the children, nor the wounded or the old. Not a single soul budges.

How is this possible?

“Take them away,” you command. Kassk huffs, motioning for the Hunters to bind each and every one of them, and take them back to the ships. “What a waste of time.”

“Ha!” Kassk growls loudly. “Their spirits are gonna be hard to break, that’s for sure.” He punches you gently on the arm, and you almost punch him hard enough to break a snout in return. Reflex, dang it. He laughs a little at you flinching. “I like it when they fight. Reminds me of me in my youth.”

You sigh. “Did you find a man in a hood, two droids accompanying him?” He shakes his head. Really? Huh. “Are you sure?”

“I’d notice someone like that. We didn’t see anybody like that,” he explains. “But let’s not worry about that.” He places his hand on your shoulder, licking his lips and snarling loudly. “How about a drink?”

> “Sure.” (Break out the poison.)
> “Sure.”
> “I’m not in the mood. Another time.”
> Other

>>70953

>Sure.

Gotta admit, they did there job well. A lot of scum are going to the pit because of them.

>>70953
> “Sure.”
>Have the poison ready, but don't deploy unless he gets pushy.

>>70953
>Sure
>Don't get your hopes up though deary, celebration of a flawless business transaction isn't an invitation

>>70953
>In a bit, I want to hunt those two down.

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>>70953
>Sure
Keep the poison on hand just encase.
>>70855
I believe that this is a change for the better.

>>71020
Best Sith. Ought to go out and find one of his holocrons and learn the ways of suave swordsmanship.

> “Sure.”

“Alright, fine.” You motion onwards. “Lead the way.” He grins, cackling happily.

-

-

The bonfire is rife with drinking and feasting as the Hunters celebrate a good day out. One of the animals was slaughtered for its meat, which was cooked and prepared to perfection. Say what you will about slavers, they know how to cook good meat. And their drinks, oh boy. Nothing like a bit of Tarisian ale to soak all that thick juicy meat down. Kassk clinks his bottle against yours, grinning as he drinks his entire bodyweight in ale.

As Gavin would call it, it’d be pretty crass. Heck, you’re a party girl, hell, this Tarisian ale barely registers to you. But for whatever reason, you just don’t feel it tonight. Maybe it’s the threat of being date-raped by a Trandoshan, maybe it’s the fact that you’re still riding off the adrenaline of combat. Whatever it is, it’s affecting your ability to have fun and you don’t like it.

You receive a call from Lonnie. So you take this as your excuse to head away from the group. After finding a secluded area of camp, you pull it up, and there you see his holographic image. “What’s up, Lonnie?”

“I wanted to check in,” he says. “You’ve been gone a while off comms, everything okay?”

You squint. “… why are you checking in?”

“Because you’re the only thing standing between me and an Imperial prison ship.” Ah, okay, that’s better.

“Well, I’m fine, thank you for asking, Lonnie.” You place your hand on your hip, sighing. “Lonnie, I was so close. I had the Rebel Fleet in my hands but none of them would talk. None of them knew a thing they claim. So I had to… send them all down the lane.” You bite your lip. “Lonnie, do you know how frustrating it is being so close to defeating the Rebellion and having that slip away from your grasp?”

“Um.” He blinks, nervously. “No…?”

“Well, I feel absolutely horrid, that’s probably why I can’t find it in me to have fun with the Hunters right now,” you declare.

“W-well, that’s- that’s fine,” he says. “But um… listen, when you get back on the ship, could you please make sure to-“

“Hey, pretty lady!” Kassk happily grabs your shoulder. Judging by the unfocused look in his eyes, he’s drunk as all get out. “Hehe! Those clothes would look amazing on the floor of my quarters… so how about you-“ You punch him in the snout, flooring him. Out cold. Barely even registered on your fist.

Lonnie stares at you. “… who was that?”

“Nobody important,” you say. “What were you saying?”

“N- nothing. Look. Um, I’m just gonna let you do what you do. Bring the Crow back in the morning, alright?” His transmission cuts out.

Ugh, you sit down on Kassk’s chest, and he coughs, spitting out his tongue and letting it hang limp. You grab his bottle of ale, then take a deep swig of it.

…

Okay, now you’re having fun. You smile a little.

Right, that's it for tonight's little chapter in Nix's story. Thanks for reading y'all.

I'm around for questions for a little bit if you got them.

>>71262

Thanks for the fun, Boss.

>>71262
Would slaughtering a few of those remaining rebels make for a good time? Is she going to get drunk and go on a mauling spree?

>>71298
Slaughtering rebels to her is the best time of her life.

The only real problem with her getting drunk is the fact that she stops being able to distinguish between friend and foe.

>>71308
Well considering her nearby friends are really only friends of convenience, is that really a problem?

Oh also the first star wars rogue squadron is on steam now.

>>71315
If only I could afford it.

>>71325
It's 5$... do you need someone to spot you?

>>71334
No, I'm just very stingy with money.