Symon looked among his troops, he had just handed out copies of the dossier on Moff Harn Jaleco. Several of them had to leave the breifing room to go and be sick on reading about his atrocities. Private Gia Veltisi, a human woman who acted as the unit slicer, was in tears, being comforted by Jessina, a Twi\'Lek female who was an expert in gaining information from male Imperial Officers, and was a deadly shot with her Vallen 38 rifle, and served as one of the two unit snipers.
The last of the less stomached troops returned to the breifing room. Symon felt terrible for exposing his troops to the facts.
"Okay, I apologise for exposing you to these facts, but I think you should now the truth in it\'s raw form. Jaleco is the lowest form of scum in the galaxy. You\'ve all read what this son of a schutter has done to the people of Naboo. Trust me it made my skin crawl. But now you know what he has done, you now know what we must do. We gotta free these people. Everyone savvy on that?" Symon said.
Most of the troops nodded, Symon heard knuckles cracking, whispers of what they would do to Jaleco when they get their hands on him. This is what he hoped for, a fired up unit.
"Right then, myself and Jayo will come up with the details, and I have a meeting with our escapee from Naboo tomorrow. But I want underwater and urban combat training on a regular basis, every day starting for tomorrow at ten hundred. I want you all in peak condition for when we disembark. Dismissed" Symon ordered.
Symon watched as ten of his troops left, leaving himself and his XO, the Zabrak named Jayo. Symon looked at Jayo.
"Whats on your mind. Jay?" the human asked.
"I know what you\'re thinking, and I just want to say. Don\'t let it eat you up" Jayo said.
Symon shrugged off Jayo\'s concerns as nonsense.
"What do you mean?" he asked
"What happened to your sister? And that Faleen woman on your father\'s base? You\'re taking it personally" Jayo said.
Symon glared at the Zabrak.
"Don\'t ever mention that again, Captain! That has nothing to do with our operation" he snapped.
"Whatever you say, Sir" Jayo said, before leaving.
Symon waited for the door to shut behind Jayo before letting a tear run down his cheek. This mission bought a lot of dark memories from his past back to freshness. And Jayo was right, he was taking this personally.
"Damn!" he whispered.
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"DAAAAAAAD!!!!!!!" a 17 year old Symon screamed as he held the delierious Falleen woman in his arms. Tears of rage streamed down the young man\'s face as he held on to her for dear life, he heard two sets of footsteps running down the halls of the Ghtroc 720 light freighter. His father and Trallossk were coming.
Symon knew there were some scumbags in the galaxy, but no one could prepare him for this, one of the few women under his father\'s employ who he truly loved as a freind, who he looked up to, and sometimes lusted after, the Falleen woman, Xallas, had been brutally attacked by pirates. Her face was a green-bloodied mess, her clothes had been torn from her body, and she had ciggarello burns on her skin, whoever did this to her was the scum of the galaxy.
Symon held his DL-44 in his right hand, and her body slumped up against his right arm as he tried to support her weight. He was a strong boy, he could easily lift her, but he was too weak from the shock of finding her like this.
"S-s-symon" she said weakly, lifting her hand to his tear soaked face.
"Keep still, honey. It\'s okay, I\'ve got you" he sniffed.
She smiled through the blood on her face.
"I guess they got me" She whispered.
Symon closed his eyes, squeezing the tears out from his ducts.
"I\'m sorry, I should have come with you" he cried.
She put a finger on his lips.
"Not y-your fault, They would h-have killed you" she said.
Symon refused to accept that, if he would have acted as her co-pilot as he was rostered to, instead of accepting a more exciting sounding run with Trallossk, he would have been there to protect her from the pirates that did this to her and stole her cargo. Symon would never, ever forgive himself.
Vyktor and Trallossk entered the cockpit, Vyktor saw Xallas and his son and fell to his knees.
"By the clouds of Taloraan" his father choked.
Trallossk just growled in silent anger.
Symon woke in his office, he never did forgive himself for choosing not to fly with Xallas, maybe the ahead mission would finally allow him to redeem himself.
Symon went over the parameters of the oncoming mission, makingsure every detail was perfect.
Symon knew there were some scumbags in the galaxy, but no one could prepare him for this, one of the few women under his father\'s employ who he truly loved as a freind, who he looked up to, and sometimes lusted after, the Falleen woman, Xallas, had been brutally attacked by pirates. Her face was a green-bloodied mess, her clothes had been torn from her body, and she had ciggarello burns on her skin, whoever did this to her was the scum of the galaxy.
Symon held his DL-44 in his right hand, and her body slumped up against his right arm as he tried to support her weight. He was a strong boy, he could easily lift her, but he was too weak from the shock of finding her like this.
"S-s-symon" she said weakly, lifting her hand to his tear soaked face.
"Keep still, honey. It\'s okay, I\'ve got you" he sniffed.
She smiled through the blood on her face.
"I guess they got me" She whispered.
Symon closed his eyes, squeezing the tears out from his ducts.
"I\'m sorry, I should have come with you" he cried.
She put a finger on his lips.
"Not y-your fault, They would h-have killed you" she said.
Symon refused to accept that, if he would have acted as her co-pilot as he was rostered to, instead of accepting a more exciting sounding run with Trallossk, he would have been there to protect her from the pirates that did this to her and stole her cargo. Symon would never, ever forgive himself.
Vyktor and Trallossk entered the cockpit, Vyktor saw Xallas and his son and fell to his knees.
"By the clouds of Taloraan" his father choked.
Trallossk just growled in silent anger.
Symon woke in his office, he never did forgive himself for choosing not to fly with Xallas, maybe the ahead mission would finally allow him to redeem himself.
Symon went over the parameters of the oncoming mission, makingsure every detail was perfect.
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Symon\'s meeting with the NRI operative for the Naboo sector went well, he had now come up with an insertion plan, he would need a ship, not his own, but a specific kind of ship, one he was filling a reqisition form out for. He had just spoken to CorSec\'s director general, who owed him a favor, and was willing to return, all he had to do was wait. He sent the completed form via subspace transmission to Coruscant. All was slotting into place now, he leaned back in his chair, and drifted off into memories of long ago.
Symon walked into Xallas\' quarters, it had been a week since Symon, his father and Trallossk had found her ship drifting after the pirate attack. Symon had been visiting her every day since she was pulled from the bacta tank. He carried a Corellian Egg sandwich he got from the base\'s cafe, and a mug of caf, her favorite breakfast. She sat on the couch, Symon noted how much better she looked. Her green skin was smooth and blemishless, and her hair, jet black and tied into a topknot. Xallas was a beautiful woman by human standards, but then again, most Falleen women were.
"Here, I got you your favorite" He said, handing the mug and sandwich to her.
"Symon, you don\'t have to do this" she said, smiling.
Symon knew this was true, but he remembered when he was a child, and his father and mother used to leave him with Xallas whenever they were off base, she used to babysit him, he remembered those times fondly.
"I know, but you used to look after me when I was a kid. Now it\'s my turn to take care of you" he said as he sat.
"You\'re a sweet kid, Symon. Your parents brought you up well" she said before biting into her sandwich, it took her only a few minutes to finish.
"Thats better" she said.
Symon picked up a hairbrush.
"Want me to brush your hair again?" He asked.
She smiled and sat up, patting the couch next to her. Symon sat there and she leaned back into his chest, he bagan brushing.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asked.
She let out a sigh, not a \'not again\' sort of sigh, but a sigh of relief, like she was waiting for him to ask that question.
"I\'ll be honest with you, I don\'t think I\'ll step foot into a starship again, unless your father or you are flying. But I spoke with your father, he says he\'ll let me work in traffic control, at least I\'ll be busy" she told him.
Symon carried on brushing her perfect hair.
"You could always come on a run with me, if you get bored with directing traffic" he said.
She chuckled.
"I\'ll take you up on that one day. I won\'t be so careless then" she said.
Symon stopped brushing.
"What do you mean careless?" he asked.
She paused for a moment, then sat up, and turned towards him.
"Symon, I need to tell someone, but you\'ve got to promise never to tell anyone else" she said.
Symon nodded.
"We Falleen have the ability to emit strong pheromones that attract members of the opposite sex" she said
Symon nodded, he knew this already.
"Yeah, I know. My dad told me about it during our \'talk\'" he said.
"Well, I have a medical condition that doesn\'t allow me to control when I emit these pheremones. My glands just shoot them out at random" she said.
Symon didn\'t know this.
"It\'s kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but we Falleen look at this as a disability. There is a drug that I have to take daily, it supresses the pheremones. The thing is, though, the day I was attacked, I forgot to take it. So the reason why they did what they did, was my fault" she said.
Symon\'s back went up, he supressed his own anger, took her hands in his before saying.
"What happened to you was not your fault. It isn\'t your fault that you have this medical condition, and it wasn\'t your fault that they attacked you and-"
He stopped mid sentaince, swallowed hard, before continuing.
"-raped you. What those bastards did to you was entirely down to them, they did it, not you. And for that, they are gonna\' pay"
Xallas had heard about the huge bounty that Vyktor had put on the heads of her attackers, she also heard that Boba Fett himself had taken that job. She was glad that the best of the best was on the job.
"I know, but I still can\'t help feeling that it was my fault, that if I had remembered to take my medication, that they may have just taken my cargo" she said
"No, if they had that tiny amount of honour, they wouldn\'t have touched you. But they don\'t, and now it\'s game over for them" he said.
She pulled him into a hug.
"You\'re going to make a fantastic husband and a father one day" she said.
"Is that a proposal?" he joked.
She laughed, loving his roguish sense of humour.
"No, I\'m too old for you" she chuckled.
Symon woke in his office. Remembering that dark time. And that wasn\'t the only one.
Symon walked into Xallas\' quarters, it had been a week since Symon, his father and Trallossk had found her ship drifting after the pirate attack. Symon had been visiting her every day since she was pulled from the bacta tank. He carried a Corellian Egg sandwich he got from the base\'s cafe, and a mug of caf, her favorite breakfast. She sat on the couch, Symon noted how much better she looked. Her green skin was smooth and blemishless, and her hair, jet black and tied into a topknot. Xallas was a beautiful woman by human standards, but then again, most Falleen women were.
"Here, I got you your favorite" He said, handing the mug and sandwich to her.
"Symon, you don\'t have to do this" she said, smiling.
Symon knew this was true, but he remembered when he was a child, and his father and mother used to leave him with Xallas whenever they were off base, she used to babysit him, he remembered those times fondly.
"I know, but you used to look after me when I was a kid. Now it\'s my turn to take care of you" he said as he sat.
"You\'re a sweet kid, Symon. Your parents brought you up well" she said before biting into her sandwich, it took her only a few minutes to finish.
"Thats better" she said.
Symon picked up a hairbrush.
"Want me to brush your hair again?" He asked.
She smiled and sat up, patting the couch next to her. Symon sat there and she leaned back into his chest, he bagan brushing.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asked.
She let out a sigh, not a \'not again\' sort of sigh, but a sigh of relief, like she was waiting for him to ask that question.
"I\'ll be honest with you, I don\'t think I\'ll step foot into a starship again, unless your father or you are flying. But I spoke with your father, he says he\'ll let me work in traffic control, at least I\'ll be busy" she told him.
Symon carried on brushing her perfect hair.
"You could always come on a run with me, if you get bored with directing traffic" he said.
She chuckled.
"I\'ll take you up on that one day. I won\'t be so careless then" she said.
Symon stopped brushing.
"What do you mean careless?" he asked.
She paused for a moment, then sat up, and turned towards him.
"Symon, I need to tell someone, but you\'ve got to promise never to tell anyone else" she said.
Symon nodded.
"We Falleen have the ability to emit strong pheromones that attract members of the opposite sex" she said
Symon nodded, he knew this already.
"Yeah, I know. My dad told me about it during our \'talk\'" he said.
"Well, I have a medical condition that doesn\'t allow me to control when I emit these pheremones. My glands just shoot them out at random" she said.
Symon didn\'t know this.
"It\'s kind of embarrassing for me to say this, but we Falleen look at this as a disability. There is a drug that I have to take daily, it supresses the pheremones. The thing is, though, the day I was attacked, I forgot to take it. So the reason why they did what they did, was my fault" she said.
Symon\'s back went up, he supressed his own anger, took her hands in his before saying.
"What happened to you was not your fault. It isn\'t your fault that you have this medical condition, and it wasn\'t your fault that they attacked you and-"
He stopped mid sentaince, swallowed hard, before continuing.
"-raped you. What those bastards did to you was entirely down to them, they did it, not you. And for that, they are gonna\' pay"
Xallas had heard about the huge bounty that Vyktor had put on the heads of her attackers, she also heard that Boba Fett himself had taken that job. She was glad that the best of the best was on the job.
"I know, but I still can\'t help feeling that it was my fault, that if I had remembered to take my medication, that they may have just taken my cargo" she said
"No, if they had that tiny amount of honour, they wouldn\'t have touched you. But they don\'t, and now it\'s game over for them" he said.
She pulled him into a hug.
"You\'re going to make a fantastic husband and a father one day" she said.
"Is that a proposal?" he joked.
She laughed, loving his roguish sense of humour.
"No, I\'m too old for you" she chuckled.
Symon woke in his office. Remembering that dark time. And that wasn\'t the only one.
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Symon was hidden inside the strange looking ship that was Slave 1, belonging to the galaxy\'s most infamous bounty hunter, Boba Fett. Fett had been hired by his father to hunt down and bring in the pirates that had attacked Xallas. Symon didn\'t agree with using Bounty Hunters to sort out problems, they didn\'t use one when they looked for his mother and sister who had been kidnapped and sold into slavery three years ago, him, his dad and Trallossk went looking for them and rescued them, then hunted down those who took them from them and avenged that crime against his family. But this was different, at least his mother and sister weren\'t sexually abused, and Xallas wasn\'t blood. Still, Symon saw her as family, and wanted a peice of those who had attacked her. He managed to bypass Slave 1\'s internal security systems, and hide in a storage locker. He had taken some rations, his blaster and a medpack, not to mention a change of underwear. He heard footsteps, it was Fett.
"You may as well show yourself, boy. I know you are here" Fett said in his strange, Mandalorian accent.
Symon sighed, obviously he had overlooked some of the security scanners, he opened the locker door and stepped out, standing a good two foot below the armour clad hunter.
"So, you\'re the first born son of Vyktor Jayce, Symon isn\'t it?" Fett asked, arms folded standing there before the young Corellian.
Symon simpley nodded.
"I\'m impressed, kid, how did you get on board without getting vaped?" Fett asked.
Symon shrugged.
"I guess I was just lucky" he said.
"Corellian luck is legandary, and Corellians are hard to catch, trust me, I know. Question is, though, what are you doing here? I know you Corellians are loyal to your father, but I am famous for giving my customers their moneys worth"
Symon nodded.
"I know, but I\'m not here to spy on you. I\'m here to help you"
Fett almost chuckled.
"Help me? What makes you think I need your help? I\'ve been doing this job since I was your age, if not younger"
"Maybe, but I know you don\'t need my help, but I\'m gonna help you weather you like it or not" Symon said.
"Oh really, and what makes you think I want you here?" Fett asked.
"You don\'t, but what are you gonna\' do? Flush me out of the airlock? My father would kill you himself for doing that"
"Your father maybe a great fighter, kid. But he isn\'t that great" Fett said.
"He\'d still kill you, even if it meant dying with you, never underestimate a Corellian with a thrist for revenge" Symon said.
Fett did chuckle this time.
"Thats true, and thats why you are here, isn\'t it? You want to avenge what happened to the Falleen woman?" Fett guessed, and he was right.
Symon walked up to Fett.
"Her name, is Xallas" he spat
Fett looked down at the boy, he had to admit, this kid had guts.
"Okay, I admire your spirit. But let me get one thing straight, If you are gonna work for me, you do as I say! You don\'t move unless I say, you don\'t say anything unless I say, and you certainly do not fire that blaster untill I say. Got that"
Symon nodded.
"Good. Now why don\'t you come up to the cockpit, more roomy than that storage locker" Fett said
Symon woke from his memories again, remembering the beginning of one of his most memorable adventures, the one with Boba Fett.
"Commander Jayce" a voice said from his office comm System
"Go ahead" Symon responded.
"Sir, the delegation from the Naboo resistance movement has arrived"
Symon smiled.
"Have them brought up to my office"
It took Symon five minutes to quickly freshen up before the Naboo delegation arrived, a Human named Nik Dallows, the grandson of the legandary Naboo starfighter pilot, Rhys Dallows, and what Symon had been told was a Gungan, named Garfun Lynk.
"Welcome, gentlemen, I take it your trip was comfortable" Symon greeted them, the Gungan was first to speak.
"Theesa sun isa doin\' murders to me\' skin" he said.
Symon heard that Gungans spoke a strange form of basic, but he reckoned the Gungan found the sun to be uncomfortable.
"Yes, it can get a bit hot during the mid afternoon, but the base is fully air conditioned, you should find it comfortable" he replied.
"Ahhhh, then i\'sa thankin\' yous from the bumbum of my heart" said Lynk
Symon nearly chuckled, but supressed the need.
"Commander Jayce, We thank you for seeing us, and for undertaking the mission to liberate our world. We have been at a loss since General Typho\'s assasination last month, the Imps hit us hard recently" Dallows said.
Symon sat down, and invited the others to do the same, which they did.
"I\'m sorry for your losses, but they will not have died in vain, that I swear on my Corellian blood" Symon said.
"That is our plan, luckilly the Imperials haven\'t yet found our undersea bases, thanks to the Gungans excellent mapping of the Naboo seabed tunnel systems, and underwater transport, we always manage to lose any Imperial subs that may chase us" Dallows explained.
Symon nodded.
"Thats good, I look forward to working with you, It will be like the rebel days all over again" Symon said.
"So, Mista\' Jayce. Hows are yousa gonna\' pasta the impy\'s blockade?" Lynk asked.
"Good question. New Republic Intel says that a private contractor makes once monthly deliveries of food and other supplies to the Imperial flagship. That private contractor uses a Ghtroc 720 class light freighter, that particular model of ship has two extremly large and pilotable escape pods in each model, NRI has \'detained\' that contractor, and we have built a replica of his ship, but we have modified the escape pods to be watertight and to beable ot operate in deep sea. We will fly to the imperial blockade, on schedule, and we will simulate an \'accident\' that will \'knock out\' our navigation systems, entering the atmosphere of Naboo, when we do that, us and the rest of the squadron will use the escape pods to eject from the ship, which will self destruct over the ocean, and we will use the escape pods to navigate to one of your undersea facilities, where we will commence phase two of our operation" Symon explained.
"What does Phase two consist of?" Dallows asked.
"The rearming of your forces, plus some training and planning for the liberation, we will need at least twenty more troops to train up, when we have made a plan, we will then commence phase three, which is of course, the final liberation of Naboo, handing power back to your Queen" Symon explained.
Dallows reached into his pocket.
"I think you should see this" he said as he handed a Holorecorder to Symon.
Symon took it, and placed it on the table, pressing the play button, a holographic image of a beautiful woman appeared from the emmiter. Symon looked at her, she was perfect to look at, her face seemed to be modeled out of jewels. She spoke.
Symon fought hard not to let a tear appear in his eyes, he had to show these Naboo that he was strong, as he was now their only hope.
"We will save your world, that much I promise" Symon said, almost growling as emotions changed from sadness to anger.
Symon sat silent for a moment, the words from the Naboo queen stuck in his soul forever, he would never forget her words, her plea for help, and for a hero. He made himself a vow, that he would be that hero, and he would show her that the New Republic\'s light would shine across the galaxy.
"You may as well show yourself, boy. I know you are here" Fett said in his strange, Mandalorian accent.
Symon sighed, obviously he had overlooked some of the security scanners, he opened the locker door and stepped out, standing a good two foot below the armour clad hunter.
"So, you\'re the first born son of Vyktor Jayce, Symon isn\'t it?" Fett asked, arms folded standing there before the young Corellian.
Symon simpley nodded.
"I\'m impressed, kid, how did you get on board without getting vaped?" Fett asked.
Symon shrugged.
"I guess I was just lucky" he said.
"Corellian luck is legandary, and Corellians are hard to catch, trust me, I know. Question is, though, what are you doing here? I know you Corellians are loyal to your father, but I am famous for giving my customers their moneys worth"
Symon nodded.
"I know, but I\'m not here to spy on you. I\'m here to help you"
Fett almost chuckled.
"Help me? What makes you think I need your help? I\'ve been doing this job since I was your age, if not younger"
"Maybe, but I know you don\'t need my help, but I\'m gonna help you weather you like it or not" Symon said.
"Oh really, and what makes you think I want you here?" Fett asked.
"You don\'t, but what are you gonna\' do? Flush me out of the airlock? My father would kill you himself for doing that"
"Your father maybe a great fighter, kid. But he isn\'t that great" Fett said.
"He\'d still kill you, even if it meant dying with you, never underestimate a Corellian with a thrist for revenge" Symon said.
Fett did chuckle this time.
"Thats true, and thats why you are here, isn\'t it? You want to avenge what happened to the Falleen woman?" Fett guessed, and he was right.
Symon walked up to Fett.
"Her name, is Xallas" he spat
Fett looked down at the boy, he had to admit, this kid had guts.
"Okay, I admire your spirit. But let me get one thing straight, If you are gonna work for me, you do as I say! You don\'t move unless I say, you don\'t say anything unless I say, and you certainly do not fire that blaster untill I say. Got that"
Symon nodded.
"Good. Now why don\'t you come up to the cockpit, more roomy than that storage locker" Fett said
Symon woke from his memories again, remembering the beginning of one of his most memorable adventures, the one with Boba Fett.
"Commander Jayce" a voice said from his office comm System
"Go ahead" Symon responded.
"Sir, the delegation from the Naboo resistance movement has arrived"
Symon smiled.
"Have them brought up to my office"
It took Symon five minutes to quickly freshen up before the Naboo delegation arrived, a Human named Nik Dallows, the grandson of the legandary Naboo starfighter pilot, Rhys Dallows, and what Symon had been told was a Gungan, named Garfun Lynk.
"Welcome, gentlemen, I take it your trip was comfortable" Symon greeted them, the Gungan was first to speak.
"Theesa sun isa doin\' murders to me\' skin" he said.
Symon heard that Gungans spoke a strange form of basic, but he reckoned the Gungan found the sun to be uncomfortable.
"Yes, it can get a bit hot during the mid afternoon, but the base is fully air conditioned, you should find it comfortable" he replied.
"Ahhhh, then i\'sa thankin\' yous from the bumbum of my heart" said Lynk
Symon nearly chuckled, but supressed the need.
"Commander Jayce, We thank you for seeing us, and for undertaking the mission to liberate our world. We have been at a loss since General Typho\'s assasination last month, the Imps hit us hard recently" Dallows said.
Symon sat down, and invited the others to do the same, which they did.
"I\'m sorry for your losses, but they will not have died in vain, that I swear on my Corellian blood" Symon said.
"That is our plan, luckilly the Imperials haven\'t yet found our undersea bases, thanks to the Gungans excellent mapping of the Naboo seabed tunnel systems, and underwater transport, we always manage to lose any Imperial subs that may chase us" Dallows explained.
Symon nodded.
"Thats good, I look forward to working with you, It will be like the rebel days all over again" Symon said.
"So, Mista\' Jayce. Hows are yousa gonna\' pasta the impy\'s blockade?" Lynk asked.
"Good question. New Republic Intel says that a private contractor makes once monthly deliveries of food and other supplies to the Imperial flagship. That private contractor uses a Ghtroc 720 class light freighter, that particular model of ship has two extremly large and pilotable escape pods in each model, NRI has \'detained\' that contractor, and we have built a replica of his ship, but we have modified the escape pods to be watertight and to beable ot operate in deep sea. We will fly to the imperial blockade, on schedule, and we will simulate an \'accident\' that will \'knock out\' our navigation systems, entering the atmosphere of Naboo, when we do that, us and the rest of the squadron will use the escape pods to eject from the ship, which will self destruct over the ocean, and we will use the escape pods to navigate to one of your undersea facilities, where we will commence phase two of our operation" Symon explained.
"What does Phase two consist of?" Dallows asked.
"The rearming of your forces, plus some training and planning for the liberation, we will need at least twenty more troops to train up, when we have made a plan, we will then commence phase three, which is of course, the final liberation of Naboo, handing power back to your Queen" Symon explained.
Dallows reached into his pocket.
"I think you should see this" he said as he handed a Holorecorder to Symon.
Symon took it, and placed it on the table, pressing the play button, a holographic image of a beautiful woman appeared from the emmiter. Symon looked at her, she was perfect to look at, her face seemed to be modeled out of jewels. She spoke.
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"To the representitives of the New Republic. I cannot come to you in person, my planet is being serverly oppressed by the Imperial Remnant, and I ask you not to send a large force to rescue us, as any threat to the blockade will result in my people being executed in their thousands by the minute. But I do ask you for help in allowing my people their freedom from the Imperial opressors. Every day my people suffer at the hands of these Imperial scum. The only pain we can cause them in retribution for these atrocities is by the small resistance force that bravely risk their lives to try and take justice. I ask of you, no I beg you to help us, we are in great pain, and I pray to Amidala\'s spirit herself, that you will send at least one brave man to take on our opressors. This is our most desperate hour. Please help us"
Symon fought hard not to let a tear appear in his eyes, he had to show these Naboo that he was strong, as he was now their only hope.
"We will save your world, that much I promise" Symon said, almost growling as emotions changed from sadness to anger.
Symon sat silent for a moment, the words from the Naboo queen stuck in his soul forever, he would never forget her words, her plea for help, and for a hero. He made himself a vow, that he would be that hero, and he would show her that the New Republic\'s light would shine across the galaxy.
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Symon sat down to dinner with his guest from Naboo. Nik Dallows seemed to enjoy a home cooked meal, as did Garfun Lynk. Symon understood their enthusiasm to eat, as they had probably never had a home cooked meal before.
"You guys enjoying that?" Symon asked,
Nik nodded as he chewed.
"Yes, this is much better than combat rations, we made do with the fish our Gungan comrades catch, but we used to use radwarmers, not the same as an open flame" Nik explained.
"Wesa\' Gungans are the bestest fishy catchers in the galaxy, mysa\' father taught mesa\' how to cook a fishy pie lika yousa never had before, when thisa over, and Naboo isa free, Isa gonna cook yousa and everybody a mass fishy pie feast" Lynk said.
Symon looked at Nik and smiled.
"He\'s been promising that ever since he joined us" Nik said.
Symon looked at the Gungan.
"Keep up that optimism, the trick of staying alive in a fight is having somthing to look forward to when it\'s over" he said.
"Hmmmm, Isa remember that" Lynk said.
"What about you, Symon? What do you look forward to when this is over?" Nik asked.
Symon looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it and see the stars.
"My family, seeing my family, my parents, my brother and sister, my uncle Trallossk, and Xallas"
"Trallossk, sounds like a Trandoshan name?" asked Nik.
"Yes, he is, he was one of the Trandoshans who objected the invasion of Kashyyyk, he and my father are honour brothers, they used to smuggle supplies to the Rebels. He\'s a good man. And Xallas, well she\'s Falleen" Symon told them.
"A lover?" Nik asked, carefully.
Symon chuckled.
"No, more like an aunt, although I did help her once, long ago" Symon said.
"What happened?" asked Nik.
"She was a freighter pilot who worked for my father\'s freighter company, her ship was disabled and boarded, one of \'em raped her repeatedly" Symon said, as if he was in pain.
Lynk swallowed his food and growled loudly, as if offended by the word \'rape\'. Nik\'s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
"Did you get him?" Nik asked.
Symon sipped his water.
"Oh yeah, we got him" Symon said with a wink.
Symon stood next to Fett as the Bounty Hunter did the DNA test using the sample that he extracted from his prisoner, the Pirate leiutenant Dayne Fekkler, he was compareing it from the DNA sample that Symon\'s mother had given him before he left. Symon\'s blaster was pointed at the man\'s head while Fett run the test. It had taken them less than a week to track the group down, thanks to Fett\'s excellent spy network, and the information broker that had heard Fekkler bragging about him \'taking\' a Falleen woman and her cargo, they knew exactly where to find them. Nar Shaddaa. Symon had never been to the Smuggler\'s Moon before, but Fett had, Fett admired the young Corellian\'s courage and sense of honour, but he knew he was only a kid, and kept him safe.
Fett\'s machine bleeped.
"It\'s a match, he did it" Fett said.
Symon pressed the barrel of his DL-44 hard into the temple of Fekkler\'s skull.
"Gimmie\' one good reason why I shouldn\'t slag your filthy, deseased brains all over this room?" Symon asked Fekkler.
"Coz\' you ain\'t a killer, kid, and you ain\'t got the guts to do it either" Fekkler growled.
"I got a good reason, Symon. You\'re dad is paying me to bring this dirtbag in alive, not dead" Fett said pushing Symon\'s blaster away from Fekkler\'s temple.
Fett grabbed the pirate leiutenant from behind and lifted him into a full nelson hold, and dragged him towards an open door frame, he pushed his legs apart and jammed each one against the bottom of the door frame with his own feet.
"What are you doing, Mandalorian?" spat Fekkler.
"We may not be authorised to kill you yet, but we can make sure you never spawn, after all, we wouldn\'t want any more like you in the galaxy" Fett said.
The hunter looked at Symon, then nodded, Symon then holstered his weapon, and walked towards Fekkler.
"This is for that Falleen woman you raped" Symon snarled, before unleashing a solid kick into the pirate\'s groin.
The kick landed with a heavy thump, followed by a agonizing scream from Fekkler. Fett could feel the pirate\'s arms tensing up to grab his groin, a natural human reaction when a blow is delivered in that region. But Fett was much stronger, and managed to maintain the hold.
"Not nice, huh? When your helpless? I wouldn\'t know, but I know a woman that does" Symon growled and kicked Fekkler\'s groin again.
Symon\'s father told him that in a fight, every man is equal when kicked in the groin, no matter how big, how strong, anyone can be taken down with a blow to the groin, Symon decided to kick him again, and again, and again.
"Enough!" Fett ordered.
Symon followed Fetts order.
"Okay, lets get this lowlife back to your father\'s base, I can collect what is owed to me, and carry on with my life" Fett said as he let Fekkler drop to the ground, and cuffed him.
"Is that all you care about? Money?" Symon asked.
"Yes, when a hunt is over, it\'s the only pleasure this job gives me" Fett told him.
"What about Justice? Huh? Honour? Doing the right thing? I mean, you\'ve hunted, caught and killed some of the worst scum in the Galaxy, now including this guy. Don\'t you ever wonder how many daughters, wives, sisters that those people have raped? Don\'t you think why these clients of yours pay you ridiculous amounts of credits to catch or kill these guys?" Symon challenged.
Fett lifted the pain stricken Fekkler to his feet.
"No, I leave the heroic motivation to people like you, Symon. All I care about is my fees, and my reputation, it is all that matters to a Bounty Hunter" Fett said as he walked away.
Symon shook his head, and follwed Fett back to Slave 1.
It took less than a day to reach the Kallon system, Symon flew Slave 1 through the Asteroid feild, and landed the ship in the Jaycefamily base.
Symon took a huge ticking off from his parents, and was punished with traffic control duties for a week for running away to \'help\' Fett. Symon didn\'t complain, it could have been worse, and he knew deep down that is was a reckless thing to do.
An hour later, Fekkler was executed by spacing, Xallas operated the airlock controls, revenge was cold, but sweet. Fett stuck around to watch. Later, Symon watched the freighters take off, knowing that he would not be flying them for a week. He sighed.
"Could have been worse, Symon" Fett\'s voice said from behind.
"Yeah, I know. I\'m not one to sit on the sidelines and wait, thats how my father bought me up, to be proactive" Symon told the Hunter.
Fett looked down at the ships.
"You\'re family must do alright with this little collection" he said.
"Yeah, but we work hard for what we have, took me years to learn to fly these buckets, and a lot of hard work" Symon said.
"Thats commendable" Fett responded.
"Did you mean what you said? About not caring about the reasons people pay you to hunt scumbags?" Symon asked.
"Yes, I\'m sorry kid, I\'m no hero, I\'m just a simple man trying to make his way in the Universe" Fett said.
"So am I, but you don\'t see me ignoring a call for help" Symon growled.
"Good, thats the sort of man you are, and will be when you come of age. For everyone person like me, there are ten of you. Those with heart, and courage, who don\'t look for reward for helping those who need it. I\'m willing to wager, that by the time you\'re thirty, you will have saved as many lives that I have taken" Fett said.
Symon looked up at Fett.
"I hope so, then at least I\'ll have somthing to be proud of" he said.
Fett offered a hand, Symon smiled and shook it.
"Good luck kid" Fett said, before leaving.
"You to" Symon said.
Symon watched as Fett boarded Slave 1, and took off, leaving the base.
Symon sighed.
"I guess you Corellians take family honour very seriously" Nik Dallows stated.
Symon laughed, he was nine years older since that adventure, and a little more understanding of how the galaxy worked. But he was still motivated by the cry for help.
Later, in his quarters, Symon listened to the Holographic message from the Queen of Naboo, he noticed the anguish in her eyes, he could read the desperation in his voice.
"Hold on, baby. I\'m coming" he whispered.
"You guys enjoying that?" Symon asked,
Nik nodded as he chewed.
"Yes, this is much better than combat rations, we made do with the fish our Gungan comrades catch, but we used to use radwarmers, not the same as an open flame" Nik explained.
"Wesa\' Gungans are the bestest fishy catchers in the galaxy, mysa\' father taught mesa\' how to cook a fishy pie lika yousa never had before, when thisa over, and Naboo isa free, Isa gonna cook yousa and everybody a mass fishy pie feast" Lynk said.
Symon looked at Nik and smiled.
"He\'s been promising that ever since he joined us" Nik said.
Symon looked at the Gungan.
"Keep up that optimism, the trick of staying alive in a fight is having somthing to look forward to when it\'s over" he said.
"Hmmmm, Isa remember that" Lynk said.
"What about you, Symon? What do you look forward to when this is over?" Nik asked.
Symon looked up at the ceiling, as if he could see through it and see the stars.
"My family, seeing my family, my parents, my brother and sister, my uncle Trallossk, and Xallas"
"Trallossk, sounds like a Trandoshan name?" asked Nik.
"Yes, he is, he was one of the Trandoshans who objected the invasion of Kashyyyk, he and my father are honour brothers, they used to smuggle supplies to the Rebels. He\'s a good man. And Xallas, well she\'s Falleen" Symon told them.
"A lover?" Nik asked, carefully.
Symon chuckled.
"No, more like an aunt, although I did help her once, long ago" Symon said.
"What happened?" asked Nik.
"She was a freighter pilot who worked for my father\'s freighter company, her ship was disabled and boarded, one of \'em raped her repeatedly" Symon said, as if he was in pain.
Lynk swallowed his food and growled loudly, as if offended by the word \'rape\'. Nik\'s fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked.
"Did you get him?" Nik asked.
Symon sipped his water.
"Oh yeah, we got him" Symon said with a wink.
Symon stood next to Fett as the Bounty Hunter did the DNA test using the sample that he extracted from his prisoner, the Pirate leiutenant Dayne Fekkler, he was compareing it from the DNA sample that Symon\'s mother had given him before he left. Symon\'s blaster was pointed at the man\'s head while Fett run the test. It had taken them less than a week to track the group down, thanks to Fett\'s excellent spy network, and the information broker that had heard Fekkler bragging about him \'taking\' a Falleen woman and her cargo, they knew exactly where to find them. Nar Shaddaa. Symon had never been to the Smuggler\'s Moon before, but Fett had, Fett admired the young Corellian\'s courage and sense of honour, but he knew he was only a kid, and kept him safe.
Fett\'s machine bleeped.
"It\'s a match, he did it" Fett said.
Symon pressed the barrel of his DL-44 hard into the temple of Fekkler\'s skull.
"Gimmie\' one good reason why I shouldn\'t slag your filthy, deseased brains all over this room?" Symon asked Fekkler.
"Coz\' you ain\'t a killer, kid, and you ain\'t got the guts to do it either" Fekkler growled.
"I got a good reason, Symon. You\'re dad is paying me to bring this dirtbag in alive, not dead" Fett said pushing Symon\'s blaster away from Fekkler\'s temple.
Fett grabbed the pirate leiutenant from behind and lifted him into a full nelson hold, and dragged him towards an open door frame, he pushed his legs apart and jammed each one against the bottom of the door frame with his own feet.
"What are you doing, Mandalorian?" spat Fekkler.
"We may not be authorised to kill you yet, but we can make sure you never spawn, after all, we wouldn\'t want any more like you in the galaxy" Fett said.
The hunter looked at Symon, then nodded, Symon then holstered his weapon, and walked towards Fekkler.
"This is for that Falleen woman you raped" Symon snarled, before unleashing a solid kick into the pirate\'s groin.
The kick landed with a heavy thump, followed by a agonizing scream from Fekkler. Fett could feel the pirate\'s arms tensing up to grab his groin, a natural human reaction when a blow is delivered in that region. But Fett was much stronger, and managed to maintain the hold.
"Not nice, huh? When your helpless? I wouldn\'t know, but I know a woman that does" Symon growled and kicked Fekkler\'s groin again.
Symon\'s father told him that in a fight, every man is equal when kicked in the groin, no matter how big, how strong, anyone can be taken down with a blow to the groin, Symon decided to kick him again, and again, and again.
"Enough!" Fett ordered.
Symon followed Fetts order.
"Okay, lets get this lowlife back to your father\'s base, I can collect what is owed to me, and carry on with my life" Fett said as he let Fekkler drop to the ground, and cuffed him.
"Is that all you care about? Money?" Symon asked.
"Yes, when a hunt is over, it\'s the only pleasure this job gives me" Fett told him.
"What about Justice? Huh? Honour? Doing the right thing? I mean, you\'ve hunted, caught and killed some of the worst scum in the Galaxy, now including this guy. Don\'t you ever wonder how many daughters, wives, sisters that those people have raped? Don\'t you think why these clients of yours pay you ridiculous amounts of credits to catch or kill these guys?" Symon challenged.
Fett lifted the pain stricken Fekkler to his feet.
"No, I leave the heroic motivation to people like you, Symon. All I care about is my fees, and my reputation, it is all that matters to a Bounty Hunter" Fett said as he walked away.
Symon shook his head, and follwed Fett back to Slave 1.
It took less than a day to reach the Kallon system, Symon flew Slave 1 through the Asteroid feild, and landed the ship in the Jaycefamily base.
Symon took a huge ticking off from his parents, and was punished with traffic control duties for a week for running away to \'help\' Fett. Symon didn\'t complain, it could have been worse, and he knew deep down that is was a reckless thing to do.
An hour later, Fekkler was executed by spacing, Xallas operated the airlock controls, revenge was cold, but sweet. Fett stuck around to watch. Later, Symon watched the freighters take off, knowing that he would not be flying them for a week. He sighed.
"Could have been worse, Symon" Fett\'s voice said from behind.
"Yeah, I know. I\'m not one to sit on the sidelines and wait, thats how my father bought me up, to be proactive" Symon told the Hunter.
Fett looked down at the ships.
"You\'re family must do alright with this little collection" he said.
"Yeah, but we work hard for what we have, took me years to learn to fly these buckets, and a lot of hard work" Symon said.
"Thats commendable" Fett responded.
"Did you mean what you said? About not caring about the reasons people pay you to hunt scumbags?" Symon asked.
"Yes, I\'m sorry kid, I\'m no hero, I\'m just a simple man trying to make his way in the Universe" Fett said.
"So am I, but you don\'t see me ignoring a call for help" Symon growled.
"Good, thats the sort of man you are, and will be when you come of age. For everyone person like me, there are ten of you. Those with heart, and courage, who don\'t look for reward for helping those who need it. I\'m willing to wager, that by the time you\'re thirty, you will have saved as many lives that I have taken" Fett said.
Symon looked up at Fett.
"I hope so, then at least I\'ll have somthing to be proud of" he said.
Fett offered a hand, Symon smiled and shook it.
"Good luck kid" Fett said, before leaving.
"You to" Symon said.
Symon watched as Fett boarded Slave 1, and took off, leaving the base.
Symon sighed.
"I guess you Corellians take family honour very seriously" Nik Dallows stated.
Symon laughed, he was nine years older since that adventure, and a little more understanding of how the galaxy worked. But he was still motivated by the cry for help.
Later, in his quarters, Symon listened to the Holographic message from the Queen of Naboo, he noticed the anguish in her eyes, he could read the desperation in his voice.
"Hold on, baby. I\'m coming" he whispered.
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"And this thing will fly just as well underwater?" Symon asked the tech as he sat at the control deck of one of two modified escape pods that sat in the launch tube starboard of the Ghtroc 720 freighter.
"Yep, she\'ll handle like a sub, no weapons though, and according to Lynk, you\'ll have to watch out for the sea life, apparently Naboo\'s aquatic life can get big" the tech explained.
Symon had been breifed on the sea lie of Naboo. He would feel better with a pair of Sluglaunchers on the pod, but the Gungan said he would guide them through the safest route to Otoh Rebuhs, the only Gungan city to remain undiscovered by the Imperial forces occupying Naboo. The Naboo/Gungan resistance would use what the Gungans call \'Bongos\', some kind of underwater transport to launch attacks on Imperial positions on the surface, the Imperials began using submersive vehicles to try and track down their base, but thanks to the Gungans excellent navigation skills underwater, they always manage to give them the slip, or lure them into the hunting ground of the oceans bigger fish. \'Feeding da fishees\' the Gungans call it, it was a kind of game to them.
Nik Dallows was the tactical advisor of the group, he knows the surface terrain better than anyone, he was a capable soldier, and tactician, he and Symon spent hours in the planning suite on the base, going over different tactics to use against the Imps, Symon\'s experience with fighting Imps was also proving invaluable, Nik had admitted weaknesses in his own strategies because of his lack of knowledge of Imperial Tactics, however, these Black Claw black ops soldiers were going to bring the Naboo and the Gungans up to speed, and then show the Imps that the Naboo, be they Human and Gungan, are not to be messed with.
"Well, I\'m sure Lynk can giude us through. Good work, chief" Symon said as he left he pod and headed up the corridor that led to to the starboard cargo hold.
Symon had a good look around the ship, touring her, untill he eventually reached the cockpit. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, he remembered the last time he stood in the cockpit of a Ghtroc 720 ship, it was where he found Xallas, battered, brused, burned, her dignity torn away from her. That memory, no matter how much he pushed it back into his mind, would stay with him forever. Long after her attackers execution at her own hands, Symon would still wake up in the dead of night, covered in sweat after a nightmare about finding her, he was seventeen, young, somewhat naive, full of rage. That was nearly ten years ago, now he was more mature, not so naive, and still full of rage. His freind, the Jedi master Luke Skywalker once told him that anger was an enemy to be fought. But Symon would silently disagree, anger was his ally, it was his anger for those who had wronged him, tore him from his beloved family, and hurt those he cared for that drove him, he wanted to hurt them, in the worst way, he wanted to grab hold of the Empire itself, by the throat, and squeeze the life out of it, raise his fist and smash it into the face of the Empire, kick it in its groin, blast it into a million peices. After all, the Empire had torn him from his family, if it wasn\'t for those draft orders, he would be with them, flying freighters and chasing down pirates.
He sat in the pilots seat, reaching into his pocket, taking the holoprojector out and placing it on the dashboard of the ship, pressing the play button. The image of the Naboo queen appeared, speaking the same plea that rang through his soul with as much heart wrenchng power as it did when Nik Dallows first played it a week before. A tear rolled down his cheek as he listened to her plea for Republic aid, her people were suffering, men, women, children, humans, Gungans, all of them in pain of some sort or other at the hands of these Imperial Scum. Symon\'s hands balled into fists, he would use those fists to punish their oppressors, he would use every resource to smash the Imperial into dust, so they were nothing but a distant memory. After he is finished with the Imperials on Naboo, Naboo parents will tell their children, children who were scared of the dark, that there was no reason to fear, because Symon Jayce would protect them. He would leave a sweet taste in their mouths, after twenty five years of abuse, atrocity and oppression, he would deliver them to freedom. And it would start tomorrow. Symon decided that he would sleep aboard this ship tonight, so that tomorrow, he would begin his final crusade to liberate the last great world of the Old Republic, and begin their liberation...
"Yep, she\'ll handle like a sub, no weapons though, and according to Lynk, you\'ll have to watch out for the sea life, apparently Naboo\'s aquatic life can get big" the tech explained.
Symon had been breifed on the sea lie of Naboo. He would feel better with a pair of Sluglaunchers on the pod, but the Gungan said he would guide them through the safest route to Otoh Rebuhs, the only Gungan city to remain undiscovered by the Imperial forces occupying Naboo. The Naboo/Gungan resistance would use what the Gungans call \'Bongos\', some kind of underwater transport to launch attacks on Imperial positions on the surface, the Imperials began using submersive vehicles to try and track down their base, but thanks to the Gungans excellent navigation skills underwater, they always manage to give them the slip, or lure them into the hunting ground of the oceans bigger fish. \'Feeding da fishees\' the Gungans call it, it was a kind of game to them.
Nik Dallows was the tactical advisor of the group, he knows the surface terrain better than anyone, he was a capable soldier, and tactician, he and Symon spent hours in the planning suite on the base, going over different tactics to use against the Imps, Symon\'s experience with fighting Imps was also proving invaluable, Nik had admitted weaknesses in his own strategies because of his lack of knowledge of Imperial Tactics, however, these Black Claw black ops soldiers were going to bring the Naboo and the Gungans up to speed, and then show the Imps that the Naboo, be they Human and Gungan, are not to be messed with.
"Well, I\'m sure Lynk can giude us through. Good work, chief" Symon said as he left he pod and headed up the corridor that led to to the starboard cargo hold.
Symon had a good look around the ship, touring her, untill he eventually reached the cockpit. He suddenly felt a chill down his spine, he remembered the last time he stood in the cockpit of a Ghtroc 720 ship, it was where he found Xallas, battered, brused, burned, her dignity torn away from her. That memory, no matter how much he pushed it back into his mind, would stay with him forever. Long after her attackers execution at her own hands, Symon would still wake up in the dead of night, covered in sweat after a nightmare about finding her, he was seventeen, young, somewhat naive, full of rage. That was nearly ten years ago, now he was more mature, not so naive, and still full of rage. His freind, the Jedi master Luke Skywalker once told him that anger was an enemy to be fought. But Symon would silently disagree, anger was his ally, it was his anger for those who had wronged him, tore him from his beloved family, and hurt those he cared for that drove him, he wanted to hurt them, in the worst way, he wanted to grab hold of the Empire itself, by the throat, and squeeze the life out of it, raise his fist and smash it into the face of the Empire, kick it in its groin, blast it into a million peices. After all, the Empire had torn him from his family, if it wasn\'t for those draft orders, he would be with them, flying freighters and chasing down pirates.
He sat in the pilots seat, reaching into his pocket, taking the holoprojector out and placing it on the dashboard of the ship, pressing the play button. The image of the Naboo queen appeared, speaking the same plea that rang through his soul with as much heart wrenchng power as it did when Nik Dallows first played it a week before. A tear rolled down his cheek as he listened to her plea for Republic aid, her people were suffering, men, women, children, humans, Gungans, all of them in pain of some sort or other at the hands of these Imperial Scum. Symon\'s hands balled into fists, he would use those fists to punish their oppressors, he would use every resource to smash the Imperial into dust, so they were nothing but a distant memory. After he is finished with the Imperials on Naboo, Naboo parents will tell their children, children who were scared of the dark, that there was no reason to fear, because Symon Jayce would protect them. He would leave a sweet taste in their mouths, after twenty five years of abuse, atrocity and oppression, he would deliver them to freedom. And it would start tomorrow. Symon decided that he would sleep aboard this ship tonight, so that tomorrow, he would begin his final crusade to liberate the last great world of the Old Republic, and begin their liberation...
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Symon had ben awake for an hour, he had tested the ship\'s fresher unit and was stowing his gear in the starbaord escape pod. He had not long ago received a data packet from his contacts in CorSec, a complete profile of the Captain of the real 720 who would have made the run to the Imperial Blockade at Naboo. Symon had read and absorbed the file, he knew everything about the captain, and had even taught himself to imitate his voice, which wasn\'t hard, the Captain was a Corellian after all. Just then, Symon\'s comm sounded, he pulled it out of his pocket and answered the call.
"This is Jayce, go ahead?" Symon spoke.
"Sir, a ship has just landed in docking bay two, the captain has asked for you by name" said the voice.
"Who is it?" Symon asked.
"Sir, it\'s General Solo" the voice said.
Symon took less than five minutes to reach General Solo\'s position, and as expected, there was the Millenium Falcon, along with it\'s captain, General Han Solo, and first mate, Chewbacca. Solo wasn\'t wearing his uniform, Symon knew he was never a formal officer. But Symon showed the same courtesy as he always showed a superior officer, approaching, standing to attention and saluting.
"General, this is an unexpected pleasure, I\'m honoured by your visit" Symon said.
"Drop the formalities, Symon. This is a social call" Han said, smiling.
Symon chuckled.
"Okay, I\'ll rephrase that. What are you doing here you old pirate?" he said.
Han chuckled.
"Thats more like it. Well, I\'ve come here to wish you good luck in your mission. And to deliver this" Solo told him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Holoprojector.
"It\'s from Leia" Han said.
Symon took the holoprojector and activated it. The image of Princess Leia Organa-Solo appeared. Then spoke.
The image dissapeared.
"My family, how are they?" Symon said as he handed the Holoprojector back to Han.
Chewbacca growled.
"Thats good, thanks for checking up on them" Symon said.
"Well, I wouldn\'t say that, your dad\'s comapny has just been awarded a contract to transport supplies to the NR military colonies in the Outer Rim" Han said.
That was good news.
"So you figured they needed a good freighter pilot huh?" Symon smiled.
Han nodded.
"Well, I\'m sure with you at the riens the job would get done" Han said.
Symon smiled.
"Yeah, well I\'ll think about it, but thanks for the news" Symon said.
"C\'mon kid, show me around this place, and esspecially where you can get somthing to eat" Han said.
"This is Jayce, go ahead?" Symon spoke.
"Sir, a ship has just landed in docking bay two, the captain has asked for you by name" said the voice.
"Who is it?" Symon asked.
"Sir, it\'s General Solo" the voice said.
Symon took less than five minutes to reach General Solo\'s position, and as expected, there was the Millenium Falcon, along with it\'s captain, General Han Solo, and first mate, Chewbacca. Solo wasn\'t wearing his uniform, Symon knew he was never a formal officer. But Symon showed the same courtesy as he always showed a superior officer, approaching, standing to attention and saluting.
"General, this is an unexpected pleasure, I\'m honoured by your visit" Symon said.
"Drop the formalities, Symon. This is a social call" Han said, smiling.
Symon chuckled.
"Okay, I\'ll rephrase that. What are you doing here you old pirate?" he said.
Han chuckled.
"Thats more like it. Well, I\'ve come here to wish you good luck in your mission. And to deliver this" Solo told him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Holoprojector.
"It\'s from Leia" Han said.
Symon took the holoprojector and activated it. The image of Princess Leia Organa-Solo appeared. Then spoke.
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Symon.
I have just been breifed on your mission, and would like to wish you the best of luck. I feel that the Liberation of Naboo is improtant to the Republic, I don\'t know why I feel like this, but I have a strong feeling towards it\'s people, and the planet itself, which is why I personally chose you and your squadron for this mission, knowing full well that you can get this done.
Most recently, I have spoken with your parents, and I am pleased to tell you that they are all okay, and are missing you. I feel that you have done many great things for the New Republic, and I am certain that your destiny is to free the people of Naboo from Imperial tyranny. However, after your mission, I will recommend that you resign your commission with the military. This is purely because of the sake of your family. I believe they need their son to come home to them. I know how important that family is to a Corellian, trust me, I\'m married to one, and I know deep down that you miss yours.
Please consider what I have said, but the final decision will be yours
I wish you the best of luck, Symon, and may the force be with you.
The image dissapeared.
"My family, how are they?" Symon said as he handed the Holoprojector back to Han.
Chewbacca growled.
"Thats good, thanks for checking up on them" Symon said.
"Well, I wouldn\'t say that, your dad\'s comapny has just been awarded a contract to transport supplies to the NR military colonies in the Outer Rim" Han said.
That was good news.
"So you figured they needed a good freighter pilot huh?" Symon smiled.
Han nodded.
"Well, I\'m sure with you at the riens the job would get done" Han said.
Symon smiled.
"Yeah, well I\'ll think about it, but thanks for the news" Symon said.
"C\'mon kid, show me around this place, and esspecially where you can get somthing to eat" Han said.
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BOOM!!
The Ghtroc freighter shook as the explosion that Black Claw squadron\'s demolition expert had set up on the freighter took place, right on schedule.
"Uhhh, Starblazer to ISD Vindicator, our port engine has just exploded, we\'re losing power, we\'re gonna try a wide sweep to try and vent the fire out, Stand by" Symon said into the comm.
"ISD Vindicator to Starblazer, do you require assistance?" The ISD captain replied.
Frak off!! Bonehead Symon thought to himself, as he veered the deteriorating freighter away from the Star Destroyer. So far so good, soon a second controlled explosion would take place, once they were out of the Star Destroyer\'s tractor beam range.
"No thanks, Admiral. Just bear with me this will be sorted in a second" Symon replied.
Symon waited untill he was out of range.
"Now!" ordered Symon.
BOOM!!!
The second explosion took place, Symon smiled, now they were heading towards Naboo\'s atmosphere.
"Okay, everyone to the escape pods" Symon ordered as he unstrapped himself from the pilot\'s chair and headed towards the cockpit door.
Most of the Squadron were already in the Escape pods, each pod could hold seven, Symon, Lynk, and five of his eleven squadmates in one, Nik Dallows, and the other six Black Claw\'s in the other, the squadron\'s gear and weapons were stored in the tiny cralwspace beneath the pod\'s floor. It will be cramped, but it was the only way to get the squadron to Naboo to begin preparation for it\'s liberation. Symon had been planning the Training program for the Naboo Human and Gungan resistance cell for weeks. From what Dallows and Lynk had told him, the resistance had been holding their own against the Imps for many years, several key Imp officers had been assasinated, armour had been rendered useless and many troops had been hit in ambushes by the Gungans. Symon had once heard that the Gungans were seen as primitive, and stupid, however, he found Lynk to be an intelligent, and rather well educated warrior. He specialised in submersive-to-surface ambushes, which in simple terms means jumping out of water to land, such as river banks and pulling Imperial Troops and Officers into water and drowning them. Symon would utilise that in the liberation.
Symon arrived at the starboard escape pod, he was the last to arrive.
"Headcount!" Symon said as he sat at the controls.
"Alls isa present and correcto, Mista Jayce" Lynk said.
Symon nodded, putting on a headset.
"Nik, you all set?"
"This is Dallows, we\'re all here, ready to launch"
Symon looked back breifly at the others, they were all ready.
"Okay, here goes nothing" Symon said as he punched the launch button, he was thrown back in his seat as the escape pod launched. Symon wrestled with the controls as he saw Naboo\'s surface rapidly coming towards him. He looked out of the narrow veiwscreen, he saw the port pod flying slighty infront. Nik Dallows was going to lead them to their destination, the last free city on Naboo, Otoh Rebuhs.
Dallows told him that Human\'s and Gungans shared the city, the Imps had bought them together more than the Trade Federation ever did. According to history, the Gungans faced off against the Trade Federation Droid army in a massive battle, while the humans, Led by Queen Amidala, and with the assistance of two Jedi Knights, re-took Theed City, at the same time, Bravo group, one of the pilots being Nik\'s grandfather, Rys, took out the droid control ship oriting the planet.
This liberation operation would be more difficult, the Imperials are a much more deadlier foe than the Trade Federation, more sophisticated, and more devious. But then again, the New Republic Military were also devious, and tougher than the Imps, that would give them the edge.
It took less than thirty seconds for the two pods to penetrate the atmosphere, and even less time to hit water, and submerge.
"Wesa in da water now" Lynk said.
"Detatch" Symon said.
The pod\'s rear section blew off from the main hull, revealing a large propellor and manuevering fins, all protected by a wire cage. Nik\'s pod had the sane modification.
"Okay, Nik, lead the way" Symon said as he watched Nik fly off towards a tunnel...
The Ghtroc freighter shook as the explosion that Black Claw squadron\'s demolition expert had set up on the freighter took place, right on schedule.
"Uhhh, Starblazer to ISD Vindicator, our port engine has just exploded, we\'re losing power, we\'re gonna try a wide sweep to try and vent the fire out, Stand by" Symon said into the comm.
"ISD Vindicator to Starblazer, do you require assistance?" The ISD captain replied.
Frak off!! Bonehead Symon thought to himself, as he veered the deteriorating freighter away from the Star Destroyer. So far so good, soon a second controlled explosion would take place, once they were out of the Star Destroyer\'s tractor beam range.
"No thanks, Admiral. Just bear with me this will be sorted in a second" Symon replied.
Symon waited untill he was out of range.
"Now!" ordered Symon.
BOOM!!!
The second explosion took place, Symon smiled, now they were heading towards Naboo\'s atmosphere.
"Okay, everyone to the escape pods" Symon ordered as he unstrapped himself from the pilot\'s chair and headed towards the cockpit door.
Most of the Squadron were already in the Escape pods, each pod could hold seven, Symon, Lynk, and five of his eleven squadmates in one, Nik Dallows, and the other six Black Claw\'s in the other, the squadron\'s gear and weapons were stored in the tiny cralwspace beneath the pod\'s floor. It will be cramped, but it was the only way to get the squadron to Naboo to begin preparation for it\'s liberation. Symon had been planning the Training program for the Naboo Human and Gungan resistance cell for weeks. From what Dallows and Lynk had told him, the resistance had been holding their own against the Imps for many years, several key Imp officers had been assasinated, armour had been rendered useless and many troops had been hit in ambushes by the Gungans. Symon had once heard that the Gungans were seen as primitive, and stupid, however, he found Lynk to be an intelligent, and rather well educated warrior. He specialised in submersive-to-surface ambushes, which in simple terms means jumping out of water to land, such as river banks and pulling Imperial Troops and Officers into water and drowning them. Symon would utilise that in the liberation.
Symon arrived at the starboard escape pod, he was the last to arrive.
"Headcount!" Symon said as he sat at the controls.
"Alls isa present and correcto, Mista Jayce" Lynk said.
Symon nodded, putting on a headset.
"Nik, you all set?"
"This is Dallows, we\'re all here, ready to launch"
Symon looked back breifly at the others, they were all ready.
"Okay, here goes nothing" Symon said as he punched the launch button, he was thrown back in his seat as the escape pod launched. Symon wrestled with the controls as he saw Naboo\'s surface rapidly coming towards him. He looked out of the narrow veiwscreen, he saw the port pod flying slighty infront. Nik Dallows was going to lead them to their destination, the last free city on Naboo, Otoh Rebuhs.
Dallows told him that Human\'s and Gungans shared the city, the Imps had bought them together more than the Trade Federation ever did. According to history, the Gungans faced off against the Trade Federation Droid army in a massive battle, while the humans, Led by Queen Amidala, and with the assistance of two Jedi Knights, re-took Theed City, at the same time, Bravo group, one of the pilots being Nik\'s grandfather, Rys, took out the droid control ship oriting the planet.
This liberation operation would be more difficult, the Imperials are a much more deadlier foe than the Trade Federation, more sophisticated, and more devious. But then again, the New Republic Military were also devious, and tougher than the Imps, that would give them the edge.
It took less than thirty seconds for the two pods to penetrate the atmosphere, and even less time to hit water, and submerge.
"Wesa in da water now" Lynk said.
"Detatch" Symon said.
The pod\'s rear section blew off from the main hull, revealing a large propellor and manuevering fins, all protected by a wire cage. Nik\'s pod had the sane modification.
"Okay, Nik, lead the way" Symon said as he watched Nik fly off towards a tunnel...
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Symon had been \'flying\' through Naboo\'s planetary core now for over two hours, the pods were performing well, and were surpisingly agile in the water. So far, they had avoided three Imperial Sub-boats and things were progressing well, they were near Otoh Rebuhs and would be arriving soon.
Suddenly, somthing jolted Symon\'s pod.
"What the-"
Before Symon could offend his passengers with anymore profanities, he felt the pod lurch hard to the left, like something had lantched on and was pulling it.
"Holy Frak, Symon! You\'ve been snagged by an Opee Sea Killer, Power up your engines to full, if that thing gets it\'s teeth into your hull, you\'ll be crushed. I\'ll come around and see if I can ram his gills, that might make him let you go and scare him off" Dallow\'s voice came over the comm.
Symon looked out of the veiwscreen to his left, and saw a huge sea creature reeling the pod in with it\'s huge tounge.
"Don\'t bother, this thing comes loaded with a fish fryer" Symon said as he thumbed a button on the pods control yoke.
Nik watched as the water around Symon\'s pod flashed brightly, and the sea was electrified, the Opee began shaking violently, before exploding.
"Oh man, that was bad" Nik said.
"Yeah, my kinda\' fishing. I had the techs fit a live wire from the power core to the outer hull, and insulate the inner hull, you don\'t think I\'d let us do this without giving us a fighting chance, do you?" Symon told him.
"No, I suppose not" Nik laughed.
Both Pods flew for about twenty more minutes, before arriving at Otoh Rebuhs, Symon stared at the city with awe. It looked like it had been grown from a sea creature, each \'building\' was basically a bubble, teathered to the seabed by an organic appendage. Symon hadn\'t seen anything like this before.
"Wow" Symon said.
"Beautiful, isn\'t it?. Isa grows up here, mesa spend many happy years here, beforesa da dark times" Lynk said.
"Don\'t worry, after I\'m finished, every day here will be a happy one" he said.
The two pods landed inside the biggest bubble, and all the occupants climbed out, they\'d made it. Symon looked around, Human and Gungan approached, one of the Gungans was huge, unlike the others, flamoyantly dressed and with eyes set into his head, not on stalks like the others. He approached Symon.
"Yousa da commander of the New Republic?" he asked, his voice deep.
Symon stepped forward, looking up at the giant alien.
"I\'m Commander Symon Jayce, of the New Republic Black Ops division, I bring you greetings, and promise of liberation"
"Isa Boss Vaz, Comander anda cheify of da Naboo Resistance, Isa welcome you, Mista Jayce" he said.
"Thank you, sir. We have a lot to discuss" Symon said.
"Follow mesa, wesa anxious tosa get started" Vaz said.
Later, Symon began explaining what he and his squadron were planning.
"I\'ve studied your tactics, hit and run, subersive to surface ambushing, and forest warfare, all good for holding them off, but not for kicking them off your world. Close Quarter Urban Combat training will be a priority, as the liberation efforts will end in Theed city with the arrest or elimination of Moff Harn Jaleco. But first we need to update your equipment" He said as he reached below the table and pulled out a little gift for the Naboo.
"Ladies, Gents, I present the BlasTech Ay two eighty Blaster assault rifle. This is the standard issue weapon for the New Republic Army, it\'s slightly heavier than the Imperial Eee Eleven, however it has longer leathal range and is much more sturdy, the stock is heavy enough to crack a Stormtroopers helmet, and the head it protects in close melee combat. You will not find a finer weapon in the galaxy. However-"
Before he continued, he picked up another weapon.
"This is the Dee Ell Tee twenty Ay Longrifle, this has a leathal range of nearly fifteen hundred meters, it\'s fitted with a range finder and scope, and a magnatomic adhesion grip, keeping the weapon firmly in the wielder\'s grip. Whilst training your troops in training the Ay two eighty, we\'ll weed out the Marksmen amoung them and train them on this baby. And for when the crud hits the repulsors, theres this"
Symon pulled out his sidearm from his holster.
"The good old Dee Ell fourty four heavy blaster pistol, this baby has saved my life more times than all you people can count your fingers and toes, reguardless of species. Comes with a scope, blast supressor and enough power for twenty five shots in it\'s powerpack"
He laid the weapon on the table infront of them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, in six months from now, a New Republic fleet will enter the Naboo System and attempt to smash the Imperial Blockade surrounding this planet. That is a day I have designated as Day Zero Alpha, and the day that we, and those brave men and women out there, Human and Gungan, will finally break the hold the Imperials have over you. I know of the atrocities that the Imp scum on this world have committed, I know of the murders, the torture, the rapes, the abuse of your children. Day Zero Alpha is the day when we take back what is yours, and avenge those who have suffered. Ground Day Zero is where we take Theed, and liberate your Queen. These things in front of me are just tools, what I intend to do is to prepare your spirits so that you have the means, and the will, to use these tools as well as I can. Ladies and Gentlemen, I, and the New Republic, Salute you"
Boss Vas stood, and began clapping, others followed, and clapping became spirited cheering. Symon smiled as his first task on Naboo, had been acomplished...
Suddenly, somthing jolted Symon\'s pod.
"What the-"
Before Symon could offend his passengers with anymore profanities, he felt the pod lurch hard to the left, like something had lantched on and was pulling it.
"Holy Frak, Symon! You\'ve been snagged by an Opee Sea Killer, Power up your engines to full, if that thing gets it\'s teeth into your hull, you\'ll be crushed. I\'ll come around and see if I can ram his gills, that might make him let you go and scare him off" Dallow\'s voice came over the comm.
Symon looked out of the veiwscreen to his left, and saw a huge sea creature reeling the pod in with it\'s huge tounge.
"Don\'t bother, this thing comes loaded with a fish fryer" Symon said as he thumbed a button on the pods control yoke.
Nik watched as the water around Symon\'s pod flashed brightly, and the sea was electrified, the Opee began shaking violently, before exploding.
"Oh man, that was bad" Nik said.
"Yeah, my kinda\' fishing. I had the techs fit a live wire from the power core to the outer hull, and insulate the inner hull, you don\'t think I\'d let us do this without giving us a fighting chance, do you?" Symon told him.
"No, I suppose not" Nik laughed.
Both Pods flew for about twenty more minutes, before arriving at Otoh Rebuhs, Symon stared at the city with awe. It looked like it had been grown from a sea creature, each \'building\' was basically a bubble, teathered to the seabed by an organic appendage. Symon hadn\'t seen anything like this before.
"Wow" Symon said.
"Beautiful, isn\'t it?. Isa grows up here, mesa spend many happy years here, beforesa da dark times" Lynk said.
"Don\'t worry, after I\'m finished, every day here will be a happy one" he said.
The two pods landed inside the biggest bubble, and all the occupants climbed out, they\'d made it. Symon looked around, Human and Gungan approached, one of the Gungans was huge, unlike the others, flamoyantly dressed and with eyes set into his head, not on stalks like the others. He approached Symon.
"Yousa da commander of the New Republic?" he asked, his voice deep.
Symon stepped forward, looking up at the giant alien.
"I\'m Commander Symon Jayce, of the New Republic Black Ops division, I bring you greetings, and promise of liberation"
"Isa Boss Vaz, Comander anda cheify of da Naboo Resistance, Isa welcome you, Mista Jayce" he said.
"Thank you, sir. We have a lot to discuss" Symon said.
"Follow mesa, wesa anxious tosa get started" Vaz said.
Later, Symon began explaining what he and his squadron were planning.
"I\'ve studied your tactics, hit and run, subersive to surface ambushing, and forest warfare, all good for holding them off, but not for kicking them off your world. Close Quarter Urban Combat training will be a priority, as the liberation efforts will end in Theed city with the arrest or elimination of Moff Harn Jaleco. But first we need to update your equipment" He said as he reached below the table and pulled out a little gift for the Naboo.
"Ladies, Gents, I present the BlasTech Ay two eighty Blaster assault rifle. This is the standard issue weapon for the New Republic Army, it\'s slightly heavier than the Imperial Eee Eleven, however it has longer leathal range and is much more sturdy, the stock is heavy enough to crack a Stormtroopers helmet, and the head it protects in close melee combat. You will not find a finer weapon in the galaxy. However-"
Before he continued, he picked up another weapon.
"This is the Dee Ell Tee twenty Ay Longrifle, this has a leathal range of nearly fifteen hundred meters, it\'s fitted with a range finder and scope, and a magnatomic adhesion grip, keeping the weapon firmly in the wielder\'s grip. Whilst training your troops in training the Ay two eighty, we\'ll weed out the Marksmen amoung them and train them on this baby. And for when the crud hits the repulsors, theres this"
Symon pulled out his sidearm from his holster.
"The good old Dee Ell fourty four heavy blaster pistol, this baby has saved my life more times than all you people can count your fingers and toes, reguardless of species. Comes with a scope, blast supressor and enough power for twenty five shots in it\'s powerpack"
He laid the weapon on the table infront of them.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, in six months from now, a New Republic fleet will enter the Naboo System and attempt to smash the Imperial Blockade surrounding this planet. That is a day I have designated as Day Zero Alpha, and the day that we, and those brave men and women out there, Human and Gungan, will finally break the hold the Imperials have over you. I know of the atrocities that the Imp scum on this world have committed, I know of the murders, the torture, the rapes, the abuse of your children. Day Zero Alpha is the day when we take back what is yours, and avenge those who have suffered. Ground Day Zero is where we take Theed, and liberate your Queen. These things in front of me are just tools, what I intend to do is to prepare your spirits so that you have the means, and the will, to use these tools as well as I can. Ladies and Gentlemen, I, and the New Republic, Salute you"
Boss Vas stood, and began clapping, others followed, and clapping became spirited cheering. Symon smiled as his first task on Naboo, had been acomplished...
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Two months had passed since Black Claw Squadron had arrived on Naboo, so far, things were going well. Symon had set up a network of communication between himself and the Queen, thanks to a young and brave Handmaiden named Zorme, a pretty young girl not older than sixteen.
"The Queen is happy that you are here, Commander Jayce. She looks forward to your arrival at the palace, as you Corellians say, with all blasters blazing" Zorme said.
Symon walked with her through Otoh Rebhus\' coridoors.
"We\'ll try not to make too much of a mess when we arrive" Symon reassured her.
Reassuring suffering people is somthing that Symon had become very good at during his service with the NR military. He had a knack for giving lost causes hope. So far the rebels on Naboo had learned much from him and his troops. Symon had already picked a sniper squadron from the infantry, and were being trained in marksmanship by Black Claw\'s own two snipers. Symon was well impressed with a young Naboo human boy named Joss Dannin, who for someone of his small size, was an excellent hand to hand combatant. Symon had been totouring him in Corellian streetfighting, a brutal, downright dirty form of martial arts that most Corellians learn as children. Zorme had spent the last month smuggling weapons to the surface, along with literature on how to use them, The Queen\'s handmaidens were going to play a huge part in the efforts on day zero alpha.
"The Imp scum have desecrated the place with their filthy habits, their desires are too sick to speak off, many of the handmaidens have suffered at the hands of those ghosts" she said, nearly shivering.
Symon put an arm around her shoulder, his frame dwarfing hers, see seemed so fragile, and breakable, but with all she\'s been through, having been one of Jaleco\'s \'toys\' as a child. But here she was, her will made of durasteel, as hard as the armour on a AT-AT. He realised that physical training would not be enough, he had to fill their souls with fire, he had to mentally prepare these men and women to fill their minds with so much hate for the Imperials, that they would kill them in cold blood. Fighting fire with fire. How would he do this, and he had to ask himself if he wanted to, the Naboo were a race of normally gentle, peace loving humans, and the Gungans, while warriors, were also peace loving, he would have to turn them into lava blooded killers. Would he be able to forgive himself for such a thing. He doubted it, but he had to do it.
"Zorme, tell me about Jaleco, and what he has done to you" he reluctantly asked.
She looked down, Symon noticed a tear run down her soft cheek.
"I, I don\'t like to talk about it" she said tearfully.
"I know. Let me tell you a story. I speant the first six years of my life growing up on my grandfathers farm on Corellia. The neighbouring farmers were a goof family, hard workers, generous, always willing to help those that needed it. They have a daughter, she\'s a couple of years older than me, Zian, her name is. Anyway, when she was seven, she was kidnapped by a drifter who was passing through our town, he took her to his camp in one of the nearby Farmtown forests, and raped her, tortured her. When her father found her three days later she was barely alive. My mother treated her wounds, and managed to talk her into giving the name of the drifter. Her father, and three uncles went looking for him for three weeks" He told her.
"Did they find him?" she asked.
Symon nodded.
"He was hiding out in a derelict shack in the western forest. You know what they did to him?" he asked.
She shook her head, but she wanted to know.
"They tied him to a tree, then using a primitive hammer and nails, nailed his hands and feet to the tree. They then used blasters to sheer off bits of his flesh untill he confessed. And when he did, they set the tree ablaze, and watched as he burned to death" He told her.
She exhaled deeply, she seemed shocked.
"Were they arrested and tried for murder?" she asked.
Symon shook his head.
"No, they confessed to killing him, and torture. But the CorSec official never even arrested them. The girl gave a signed statement. And as it was a crime so henious against a child. Her father was well within his rights to avenge his daughters honour. Some people call it murder, some call it an atrocity, we Corellians call it justice. And when the day comes when it is time for me to find a good Corellian woman, someone strong, independant and can hold her own in a bar brawl, marry her and have children of our own, I\'d do the same for them, in a heartbeat" he told her.
"What about us though. None of us are family, would you do the same for the Naboo children?" she asked.
Symon smiled, and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Put it this way, when I get my hands on that motherfrakker, the last thing that will go through his mind will be my fist" he said.
Her eyebrows rose.
"Are all Corellians as violent as you?" she asked.
Symon shook his head.
"Nope, just me, sweetheart" he said.
* * * *
Moff Harn Jaleco sat in his \'office\', reading the patrol reports from his squad commanders. Just then, the door slid open, and one of his officers, two stormtroopers, a teenaged girl, human and dressed in rags, and two human male children, also dressed in rags.
"Sir" said the officer.
"General, I see you\'ve kept yourself busy, and who do we have here?" Jaleco asked.
"This week\'s winners, sir" the General said.
"Ahhhh, I see. Well, Lets have a look at them" Jelaco said.
He walked around the three kids, inspecting them. He approached the young girl, she shook with fear.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
She nodded, terrified.
"Good, then you know why I have brought you here?" he said.
She nodded.
"General, I think the troops will enjoy this one, she\'s very pretty. Did you pick up any Gungans?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. We found three, They\'re being fed in preperation for tomorrow" he reported.
"Good, then tomorrow the king and his men shall have their sport. Have the techs prepare the speeder bikes. And have the two boys cleaned up, fed, dressed and put in the two chambers" Jaleco said.
"As you wish, sir" the General said as he and the Stormtroopers shuffled the kids out of the room.
As they left, another officer, a younger man entered.
"Sir, communication from Admiral Besker, he reports that the new supply contractor has a problem with punctuality" he reported.
"Hmmm, have Besker have a word with him. Oh, and have the slaves dig two holes, about three foot long, a foot wide, three feet deep" Jaleco ordered.
"Uhhhh, Sir. About that. I feel I must advise you on this matter. The parents of these children are starting to suspect that you are not sending them to Coruscant to recieve education" the younger man said.
"Oh really, and what do you suggest I do about it then, Leiutenant Dargo?" Jaleco asked, venom in his tone.
"Well, sir, if I may be so bold. I suggest you stop taking them" You sick, twisted frak! he added in his mind.
Jaleco grinned.
"Do you have a problem with my treatment of the children?" Jaleco said.
"With all due respect, sir. Yes I do" And one day I shall cut your genitals off for it, one day you repulsive scum he said and thought.
Jaleco simply smiled.
"Well, Dargo, you are entitled to your opinion. However I do not wish to hear it, now stop whining like one of these Naboo scum, and carry out my orders!" Jaleco demanded.
In his mind, Dargo pulled out his blaster, shouted \'frak you, you huttslime!\' before shooting him, but in reality, all he said was "Yes, Sir".
With that he left.
As he walked around the corner, he stopped, and leaned up against a wall, held his head in his hands and bottled his rage up, he never signed up for this.
"The Queen is happy that you are here, Commander Jayce. She looks forward to your arrival at the palace, as you Corellians say, with all blasters blazing" Zorme said.
Symon walked with her through Otoh Rebhus\' coridoors.
"We\'ll try not to make too much of a mess when we arrive" Symon reassured her.
Reassuring suffering people is somthing that Symon had become very good at during his service with the NR military. He had a knack for giving lost causes hope. So far the rebels on Naboo had learned much from him and his troops. Symon had already picked a sniper squadron from the infantry, and were being trained in marksmanship by Black Claw\'s own two snipers. Symon was well impressed with a young Naboo human boy named Joss Dannin, who for someone of his small size, was an excellent hand to hand combatant. Symon had been totouring him in Corellian streetfighting, a brutal, downright dirty form of martial arts that most Corellians learn as children. Zorme had spent the last month smuggling weapons to the surface, along with literature on how to use them, The Queen\'s handmaidens were going to play a huge part in the efforts on day zero alpha.
"The Imp scum have desecrated the place with their filthy habits, their desires are too sick to speak off, many of the handmaidens have suffered at the hands of those ghosts" she said, nearly shivering.
Symon put an arm around her shoulder, his frame dwarfing hers, see seemed so fragile, and breakable, but with all she\'s been through, having been one of Jaleco\'s \'toys\' as a child. But here she was, her will made of durasteel, as hard as the armour on a AT-AT. He realised that physical training would not be enough, he had to fill their souls with fire, he had to mentally prepare these men and women to fill their minds with so much hate for the Imperials, that they would kill them in cold blood. Fighting fire with fire. How would he do this, and he had to ask himself if he wanted to, the Naboo were a race of normally gentle, peace loving humans, and the Gungans, while warriors, were also peace loving, he would have to turn them into lava blooded killers. Would he be able to forgive himself for such a thing. He doubted it, but he had to do it.
"Zorme, tell me about Jaleco, and what he has done to you" he reluctantly asked.
She looked down, Symon noticed a tear run down her soft cheek.
"I, I don\'t like to talk about it" she said tearfully.
"I know. Let me tell you a story. I speant the first six years of my life growing up on my grandfathers farm on Corellia. The neighbouring farmers were a goof family, hard workers, generous, always willing to help those that needed it. They have a daughter, she\'s a couple of years older than me, Zian, her name is. Anyway, when she was seven, she was kidnapped by a drifter who was passing through our town, he took her to his camp in one of the nearby Farmtown forests, and raped her, tortured her. When her father found her three days later she was barely alive. My mother treated her wounds, and managed to talk her into giving the name of the drifter. Her father, and three uncles went looking for him for three weeks" He told her.
"Did they find him?" she asked.
Symon nodded.
"He was hiding out in a derelict shack in the western forest. You know what they did to him?" he asked.
She shook her head, but she wanted to know.
"They tied him to a tree, then using a primitive hammer and nails, nailed his hands and feet to the tree. They then used blasters to sheer off bits of his flesh untill he confessed. And when he did, they set the tree ablaze, and watched as he burned to death" He told her.
She exhaled deeply, she seemed shocked.
"Were they arrested and tried for murder?" she asked.
Symon shook his head.
"No, they confessed to killing him, and torture. But the CorSec official never even arrested them. The girl gave a signed statement. And as it was a crime so henious against a child. Her father was well within his rights to avenge his daughters honour. Some people call it murder, some call it an atrocity, we Corellians call it justice. And when the day comes when it is time for me to find a good Corellian woman, someone strong, independant and can hold her own in a bar brawl, marry her and have children of our own, I\'d do the same for them, in a heartbeat" he told her.
"What about us though. None of us are family, would you do the same for the Naboo children?" she asked.
Symon smiled, and put his arm around her shoulder.
"Put it this way, when I get my hands on that motherfrakker, the last thing that will go through his mind will be my fist" he said.
Her eyebrows rose.
"Are all Corellians as violent as you?" she asked.
Symon shook his head.
"Nope, just me, sweetheart" he said.
* * * *
Moff Harn Jaleco sat in his \'office\', reading the patrol reports from his squad commanders. Just then, the door slid open, and one of his officers, two stormtroopers, a teenaged girl, human and dressed in rags, and two human male children, also dressed in rags.
"Sir" said the officer.
"General, I see you\'ve kept yourself busy, and who do we have here?" Jaleco asked.
"This week\'s winners, sir" the General said.
"Ahhhh, I see. Well, Lets have a look at them" Jelaco said.
He walked around the three kids, inspecting them. He approached the young girl, she shook with fear.
"Do you know who I am?" he asked.
She nodded, terrified.
"Good, then you know why I have brought you here?" he said.
She nodded.
"General, I think the troops will enjoy this one, she\'s very pretty. Did you pick up any Gungans?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. We found three, They\'re being fed in preperation for tomorrow" he reported.
"Good, then tomorrow the king and his men shall have their sport. Have the techs prepare the speeder bikes. And have the two boys cleaned up, fed, dressed and put in the two chambers" Jaleco said.
"As you wish, sir" the General said as he and the Stormtroopers shuffled the kids out of the room.
As they left, another officer, a younger man entered.
"Sir, communication from Admiral Besker, he reports that the new supply contractor has a problem with punctuality" he reported.
"Hmmm, have Besker have a word with him. Oh, and have the slaves dig two holes, about three foot long, a foot wide, three feet deep" Jaleco ordered.
"Uhhhh, Sir. About that. I feel I must advise you on this matter. The parents of these children are starting to suspect that you are not sending them to Coruscant to recieve education" the younger man said.
"Oh really, and what do you suggest I do about it then, Leiutenant Dargo?" Jaleco asked, venom in his tone.
"Well, sir, if I may be so bold. I suggest you stop taking them" You sick, twisted frak! he added in his mind.
Jaleco grinned.
"Do you have a problem with my treatment of the children?" Jaleco said.
"With all due respect, sir. Yes I do" And one day I shall cut your genitals off for it, one day you repulsive scum he said and thought.
Jaleco simply smiled.
"Well, Dargo, you are entitled to your opinion. However I do not wish to hear it, now stop whining like one of these Naboo scum, and carry out my orders!" Jaleco demanded.
In his mind, Dargo pulled out his blaster, shouted \'frak you, you huttslime!\' before shooting him, but in reality, all he said was "Yes, Sir".
With that he left.
As he walked around the corner, he stopped, and leaned up against a wall, held his head in his hands and bottled his rage up, he never signed up for this.
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Leiutenant Dargo dragged the young girl through the forest, he\'d managed to sneak her out of Theed and through the surrounding shanty towns that the Naboo had been forced to live in.
"C\'mon, keep moving, if they catch us, they\'ll kill us" he said.
Dargo was forced to watch as this poor young woman, no older than fifteen was passed between drunken stormtroopers and officers, repeatledy raped by them as she tried to serve them drinks. As if it were their right to do this. The two boys that were bought to Jaleco had suffered the same fate, and worse. May the force forgive me he thought, hating himself for not having the courage to try and save them. Maybe rescuing the girl would give him some form of redemption.
"FREEZE, IMP SCUM!!!" a voice boomed.
Suddenly, Dargo found himself surrounded by six men, four humans and two Gungans. The voice of the man who ordered him to freeze wasn\'t accented as Naboo, no this accent was stronger, it sounded like a Corellien accent.
"Drop your weapon, and release the girl" the Corellian man said.
Dargo complied immedietly.
"I won\'t resist" he said.
"Frakkin\' straight you won\'t" the Corellian said.
Dargo looked at the weapons, they were carrying New Republic hardware DL-44\'s and A-280\'s.
The Corellian looked at the girl, and then at Drago, and fury reaped his face.
"You sick, twisted FRAK!!" he snarled as he dropped his weapon and lurched forwards.
"No, NO WAIT I DID\'NT-!" it was too late, the Corellian had grabbed him
CRACK!!
Dargo\'s jaw was jarred serverly by a punch before he found himself thrown against a nearby tree. The Corellian, still holding Dargo by his collar, reeled his head backwards.
CRUNCH!!
Dargo\'s nose was shattered by a headbutt.
WHUMP!!! WHUMP!!!
Three, maybe four ribs were cracked by the two body shots that rained into him. This Corellian was frakked off. Dargo was beyond the ability to speak, let alone defend himself. But the pain was replaced by cold fear as he felt the barrel of a DL-44 pressed against his skull.
"Kill him, Sy!" one of the other men growled, he was a Naboo.
"N-no" a quiet, feminine voice said.
"D-d-dont kill him, h-he\'s the one that saved me"
All eyes were on the young woman.
* * * *
Dargo woke in what he could only describe as a bubble of energy. The cot he was laying on felt organic, and comfortable. His face and stomach hurt, but he smelled bacta on his skin, his captors had healed him.
"Wakey wakey" the same Corellian accent said.
Dargo looked over from where the voice was coming from, and saw the same Corellian man that had beaten him up, sitting in a chair, smoking a ciggarello.
"You!" Dargo said, his mouth dry.
"Yeah, me" the other man said, smoke billowing out of his mouth.
"Thats a bad habit you have" Dargo said as he sat up and drank water from a nearby glass.
"Yeah, it is. You wanna\' live forever?" the man said.
"Who are you? And where am I?" Dargo asked.
"Otoh Rebhus, the last free city on this planet. And my name is Commander Symon Jayce, New Republic Black Ops Division. Thats why I was able to kick your ass and make it look easy" he told him.
"I didn\'t rape that girl, I saved her, I was looking for the Rebels so that I could defect and help them" Dargo said.
"What makes you think that we need the help of a bootlicking little sithspit like you?" Symon growled.
"Because you\'re seriously outnumbered, and I know a lot about the Imperial movements in the city. I take it you are here to liberate this world, starting with Theed?" Dargo asked.
Symon nodded.
"Commander Jayce!!!! You\'re needed in the main Plaza, this is a code yellow!" said Symon\'s comm.
Symon shot out of the door, Dargo dragged himself to his feet and followed.
It took them a few minutes to reach the main plaza of the city, a small crowd had gathered, around the young girl that Dargo had rescued, but he was now holding a small blade to her wrist.
"Whats happening?" Symon asked a member of the public.
"The girl wants to take her own life, poor thing" the woman said.
"Alright, get back, All of you give her some room" Symon ordered the Civillians.
He looked at the young woman, she had been cleaned up, and presumably fed, she was a pretty young thing.
"Hey there, young lady, whats your name?" Symon asked, his voice gentle.
"Stay back! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" the girl screamed, pressing the blade, an eating utensile, to her wrist.
"It\'s okay. I won\'t hurt you. Now why don\'t you tell me what this is all about?" Symon said, calmly.
"Those frakking Imps! They\'ve made my frakking life worthless. Look at me, I\'m dirty, because of those bastards!!" She screamed.
"You\'re not dirty, sweetheart. They are, all of them, and I\'m here to make them pay for what they did to you. taking your own soul won\'t hurt them. So give me the knife and we\'ll talk about hurting them" Symon said.
Tears began streaming down her face as she broke down.
"They m-made me their p-p-plaything. I\'ve got their filth inside me, and I want it OUT!!" she said.
"I\'m sorry honey, but we can help you. They think you\'re weak, and if you take your own soul, you\'ll prove them right. Why don\'t you let me show you how we can prove them wrong" he said, his voice amazingly calm.
He slowly approached her, holding out his hand, she sniffed and cried.
"Come on, sweetheart, it\'s okay. I\'ll help you" he reassured her.
She swung at him with the knife, it missed his hand by milimeters.
"Why, what makes you think you can make a difference?" she screamed, waving the knife at him now. "STAY BACK!!!"
At least he had taken the knife from her wrist, he was already half way there.
"Because thats what I do, I help people, I help people who have suffered at the hands of the Imperials, and once I have helped them, I make those Imperials pay for making those people suffer. Thats my job" he said, slowly holding out his hand again.
He noticed her grip on the knife relax, she broke down again, crying loudly, falling to her knees, there was a huge sigh of relief when the knife it the floor, Symon knelt next to her, and she fell into his open arms, he gently wrapped them around her as she buried her tear soaked face into his chest.
"I\'m so so sorry!" she wailed.
Symon rubbed her back.
"You\'ve got nothing to be sorry about, it\'s okay, I\'ve got you. You\'re safe now. I won\'t let those scumbags hurt you, ever again" he said, fighting to stop his own tears from flowing.
"Promise?" she asked.
"On my Corellian blood. C\'mon, lets go somewhere quiet, we can talk about hurting them back" he whispered.
He helped her to stand, and she clung to him as he led her off, they approached Dargo and the two Naboo guards who now had him held.
"I just want you to know, Imp. If you had freinds back on Theed, you can kiss their asses good bye, because I promise you this, I\'m gonna\' kill \'em all" he snarled at the former Imperial, before taking the girl to somewhere quiet.
"I\'ll help you" Dargo whispered as the two Naboo gaurds led him back to his quarters.
"C\'mon, keep moving, if they catch us, they\'ll kill us" he said.
Dargo was forced to watch as this poor young woman, no older than fifteen was passed between drunken stormtroopers and officers, repeatledy raped by them as she tried to serve them drinks. As if it were their right to do this. The two boys that were bought to Jaleco had suffered the same fate, and worse. May the force forgive me he thought, hating himself for not having the courage to try and save them. Maybe rescuing the girl would give him some form of redemption.
"FREEZE, IMP SCUM!!!" a voice boomed.
Suddenly, Dargo found himself surrounded by six men, four humans and two Gungans. The voice of the man who ordered him to freeze wasn\'t accented as Naboo, no this accent was stronger, it sounded like a Corellien accent.
"Drop your weapon, and release the girl" the Corellian man said.
Dargo complied immedietly.
"I won\'t resist" he said.
"Frakkin\' straight you won\'t" the Corellian said.
Dargo looked at the weapons, they were carrying New Republic hardware DL-44\'s and A-280\'s.
The Corellian looked at the girl, and then at Drago, and fury reaped his face.
"You sick, twisted FRAK!!" he snarled as he dropped his weapon and lurched forwards.
"No, NO WAIT I DID\'NT-!" it was too late, the Corellian had grabbed him
CRACK!!
Dargo\'s jaw was jarred serverly by a punch before he found himself thrown against a nearby tree. The Corellian, still holding Dargo by his collar, reeled his head backwards.
CRUNCH!!
Dargo\'s nose was shattered by a headbutt.
WHUMP!!! WHUMP!!!
Three, maybe four ribs were cracked by the two body shots that rained into him. This Corellian was frakked off. Dargo was beyond the ability to speak, let alone defend himself. But the pain was replaced by cold fear as he felt the barrel of a DL-44 pressed against his skull.
"Kill him, Sy!" one of the other men growled, he was a Naboo.
"N-no" a quiet, feminine voice said.
"D-d-dont kill him, h-he\'s the one that saved me"
All eyes were on the young woman.
* * * *
Dargo woke in what he could only describe as a bubble of energy. The cot he was laying on felt organic, and comfortable. His face and stomach hurt, but he smelled bacta on his skin, his captors had healed him.
"Wakey wakey" the same Corellian accent said.
Dargo looked over from where the voice was coming from, and saw the same Corellian man that had beaten him up, sitting in a chair, smoking a ciggarello.
"You!" Dargo said, his mouth dry.
"Yeah, me" the other man said, smoke billowing out of his mouth.
"Thats a bad habit you have" Dargo said as he sat up and drank water from a nearby glass.
"Yeah, it is. You wanna\' live forever?" the man said.
"Who are you? And where am I?" Dargo asked.
"Otoh Rebhus, the last free city on this planet. And my name is Commander Symon Jayce, New Republic Black Ops Division. Thats why I was able to kick your ass and make it look easy" he told him.
"I didn\'t rape that girl, I saved her, I was looking for the Rebels so that I could defect and help them" Dargo said.
"What makes you think that we need the help of a bootlicking little sithspit like you?" Symon growled.
"Because you\'re seriously outnumbered, and I know a lot about the Imperial movements in the city. I take it you are here to liberate this world, starting with Theed?" Dargo asked.
Symon nodded.
"Commander Jayce!!!! You\'re needed in the main Plaza, this is a code yellow!" said Symon\'s comm.
Symon shot out of the door, Dargo dragged himself to his feet and followed.
It took them a few minutes to reach the main plaza of the city, a small crowd had gathered, around the young girl that Dargo had rescued, but he was now holding a small blade to her wrist.
"Whats happening?" Symon asked a member of the public.
"The girl wants to take her own life, poor thing" the woman said.
"Alright, get back, All of you give her some room" Symon ordered the Civillians.
He looked at the young woman, she had been cleaned up, and presumably fed, she was a pretty young thing.
"Hey there, young lady, whats your name?" Symon asked, his voice gentle.
"Stay back! LEAVE ME ALONE!!" the girl screamed, pressing the blade, an eating utensile, to her wrist.
"It\'s okay. I won\'t hurt you. Now why don\'t you tell me what this is all about?" Symon said, calmly.
"Those frakking Imps! They\'ve made my frakking life worthless. Look at me, I\'m dirty, because of those bastards!!" She screamed.
"You\'re not dirty, sweetheart. They are, all of them, and I\'m here to make them pay for what they did to you. taking your own soul won\'t hurt them. So give me the knife and we\'ll talk about hurting them" Symon said.
Tears began streaming down her face as she broke down.
"They m-made me their p-p-plaything. I\'ve got their filth inside me, and I want it OUT!!" she said.
"I\'m sorry honey, but we can help you. They think you\'re weak, and if you take your own soul, you\'ll prove them right. Why don\'t you let me show you how we can prove them wrong" he said, his voice amazingly calm.
He slowly approached her, holding out his hand, she sniffed and cried.
"Come on, sweetheart, it\'s okay. I\'ll help you" he reassured her.
She swung at him with the knife, it missed his hand by milimeters.
"Why, what makes you think you can make a difference?" she screamed, waving the knife at him now. "STAY BACK!!!"
At least he had taken the knife from her wrist, he was already half way there.
"Because thats what I do, I help people, I help people who have suffered at the hands of the Imperials, and once I have helped them, I make those Imperials pay for making those people suffer. Thats my job" he said, slowly holding out his hand again.
He noticed her grip on the knife relax, she broke down again, crying loudly, falling to her knees, there was a huge sigh of relief when the knife it the floor, Symon knelt next to her, and she fell into his open arms, he gently wrapped them around her as she buried her tear soaked face into his chest.
"I\'m so so sorry!" she wailed.
Symon rubbed her back.
"You\'ve got nothing to be sorry about, it\'s okay, I\'ve got you. You\'re safe now. I won\'t let those scumbags hurt you, ever again" he said, fighting to stop his own tears from flowing.
"Promise?" she asked.
"On my Corellian blood. C\'mon, lets go somewhere quiet, we can talk about hurting them back" he whispered.
He helped her to stand, and she clung to him as he led her off, they approached Dargo and the two Naboo guards who now had him held.
"I just want you to know, Imp. If you had freinds back on Theed, you can kiss their asses good bye, because I promise you this, I\'m gonna\' kill \'em all" he snarled at the former Imperial, before taking the girl to somewhere quiet.
"I\'ll help you" Dargo whispered as the two Naboo gaurds led him back to his quarters.
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"Alright, start talking" Symon said to Dargo who sat opposite him.
Dargo had agreed to tell all about the Imperial operation at Theed. Everthing from Patrol patterns and timings, starflighter operations, Armour patrols, and of course, the \'child\' lotteries.
"Jaleco has a an obsession with punctuality, he demands his subordinates to do things at the correct time that he sets. For instance, a squad of Stormtroopers due for a patrol must set out at a certain time, and return at a certain time. No matter what happens" Dargo expained.
"What if this squad has an incident to deal with, won\'t that cost them time?" Symon asked.
Dargo shook his head.
"As I said, no matter what happens, if they have to deal with an incident, they have to make the time cost up by getting back quicker. Some Stormtroopers pray that no incidents take place, just so they get back to the city on time" Dargo said.
"What happens if they come back late?" Symon asked.
"He punishes them" Dargo said.
"Seems unfair to your troops. Okay tell me about the Lotteries, how do they work?" Symon enquired.
"All the children under the age of sixteen standard years in the intern camps and shanty towns are numbered, each week a computer selects three specific numbers. The children with the corresponding numbers are taken from their parents and to the palace" Dargo said.
"The parents willingly give up their children?" Symon asked, disgusted.
"Yes, you see, many of them think that their children are there for an exam, and the \'winners\' are sent to Coruscant for a decent education. Those that don\'t \'win\' are sent back to their parents. Those that do \'win\' are-" Dargo stopped talking.
"Go on" Symon said.
"It depends on the age of the child. Those aged thirteen and over work in the palace Cantina, like Jenna. If they\'re female, well, you know what happens. Males are treated like punching bags. On occasions when we get two males aged thirteen or over, then sometimes the troops are treated to a gladitorial match between the pair, Naboo boys can be bloodthirsty" Dargo said.
Symon\'s fists cleanched.
"If they are under thirteen, then they are cleaned, dressed in better clothing, fed decent food, and told that a ship will take them to Coruscant, and that the Emperor is smiling down on them. The day before they\'re supposed to leave. Thats when Jelaco pays them a visit. The scumbag raises their hopes up before he-. Abuses them, and kills them" Dargo said, nearly vomiting as he spoke.
Symon\'s knuckles cracked.
"Did you voice your objections?" Symon said.
Dargo had to force a deep breath before speaking.
"To a certain extent, yes. Within military protocols" he said.
"Well at least you had the courage to do so. Even if it was within military protocols" Symon said.
Dargo leaned forward.
"Courage? If I had courage I would have been able to save them!" Dargo growled, cursing himself.
Symon shook his head.
"You were a conscript then" Symon said.
"Yes, how can you tell?" Dargo asked.
"Easily enough. Conscripts serve because they have to. Those that enlist of their own free will serve because they want to. You could have ran" Symon said.
"How could I run? My father runs a small bar on Coruscant" Dargo spat.
Symon felt a twinge of guilt, he himself had the option of running, he had access to a ship, Dargo didn\'t.
"Whats your given name?" Symon asked.
"Gaius" Dargo murmured.
"Gaius Dargo. Welcome to the New Republic, I\'m currently assigning you as The Naboo Resistance\'s Cheif of Intelligence. You\'ll work with Black Claw Squadron and assist in training Simulations. After this is over, I\'ll take you back to Coruscant, back to your family" Symon said, standing and offering a hand to Gaius.
Gaius stood and shook Symon\'s hand.
"Thank you, Sir" Gaius said.
"Rule number one; No calling me sir, unlike Imperial Commanders, I work for a living, my given name is Symon, given to me by my parents, and to call me anything else other than \'Symon\' is seen as a blantant disrespect to my parents. Rule number two; the brave men and women of the New Republic occasionally like to kick back and relax, have a few drinks, tell bad jokes and occasionally play pranks on eachother. It IS mandatory that you join in, if I do not hear one of my men or women complain about you playing a practical joke on them before the end of this month, then disaplineary procedures will be forced apon you. And rule number three; I know you Imperial defectors have trouble adjusting to working with non-humans. If this applies to you, then I suggest you get over it in as short time as possible, I will not tolerate any racial bigotry here, and neither will the non-human members of my team. Understood?" Symon explained.
Dargo nodded.
"Yes, Si-Uhh, I mean Symon" He said.
Symon simply nodded and left the room.
Dargo breathed a sigh of relief. It would be different than serving the Empire, or what was left of it, but at least he was serving what he now knew was a greater cause.
He reached into his cupboard, pulled out his Imperial uniform, he looked at it for a while, then spat at it and threw it across his quarters.
"No more will I bow to your wishes. Palpatine, if you can hear me. I just want to say one thing, Frak you!" he whispered.
With that, he walked out of his quarters.
Dargo had agreed to tell all about the Imperial operation at Theed. Everthing from Patrol patterns and timings, starflighter operations, Armour patrols, and of course, the \'child\' lotteries.
"Jaleco has a an obsession with punctuality, he demands his subordinates to do things at the correct time that he sets. For instance, a squad of Stormtroopers due for a patrol must set out at a certain time, and return at a certain time. No matter what happens" Dargo expained.
"What if this squad has an incident to deal with, won\'t that cost them time?" Symon asked.
Dargo shook his head.
"As I said, no matter what happens, if they have to deal with an incident, they have to make the time cost up by getting back quicker. Some Stormtroopers pray that no incidents take place, just so they get back to the city on time" Dargo said.
"What happens if they come back late?" Symon asked.
"He punishes them" Dargo said.
"Seems unfair to your troops. Okay tell me about the Lotteries, how do they work?" Symon enquired.
"All the children under the age of sixteen standard years in the intern camps and shanty towns are numbered, each week a computer selects three specific numbers. The children with the corresponding numbers are taken from their parents and to the palace" Dargo said.
"The parents willingly give up their children?" Symon asked, disgusted.
"Yes, you see, many of them think that their children are there for an exam, and the \'winners\' are sent to Coruscant for a decent education. Those that don\'t \'win\' are sent back to their parents. Those that do \'win\' are-" Dargo stopped talking.
"Go on" Symon said.
"It depends on the age of the child. Those aged thirteen and over work in the palace Cantina, like Jenna. If they\'re female, well, you know what happens. Males are treated like punching bags. On occasions when we get two males aged thirteen or over, then sometimes the troops are treated to a gladitorial match between the pair, Naboo boys can be bloodthirsty" Dargo said.
Symon\'s fists cleanched.
"If they are under thirteen, then they are cleaned, dressed in better clothing, fed decent food, and told that a ship will take them to Coruscant, and that the Emperor is smiling down on them. The day before they\'re supposed to leave. Thats when Jelaco pays them a visit. The scumbag raises their hopes up before he-. Abuses them, and kills them" Dargo said, nearly vomiting as he spoke.
Symon\'s knuckles cracked.
"Did you voice your objections?" Symon said.
Dargo had to force a deep breath before speaking.
"To a certain extent, yes. Within military protocols" he said.
"Well at least you had the courage to do so. Even if it was within military protocols" Symon said.
Dargo leaned forward.
"Courage? If I had courage I would have been able to save them!" Dargo growled, cursing himself.
Symon shook his head.
"You were a conscript then" Symon said.
"Yes, how can you tell?" Dargo asked.
"Easily enough. Conscripts serve because they have to. Those that enlist of their own free will serve because they want to. You could have ran" Symon said.
"How could I run? My father runs a small bar on Coruscant" Dargo spat.
Symon felt a twinge of guilt, he himself had the option of running, he had access to a ship, Dargo didn\'t.
"Whats your given name?" Symon asked.
"Gaius" Dargo murmured.
"Gaius Dargo. Welcome to the New Republic, I\'m currently assigning you as The Naboo Resistance\'s Cheif of Intelligence. You\'ll work with Black Claw Squadron and assist in training Simulations. After this is over, I\'ll take you back to Coruscant, back to your family" Symon said, standing and offering a hand to Gaius.
Gaius stood and shook Symon\'s hand.
"Thank you, Sir" Gaius said.
"Rule number one; No calling me sir, unlike Imperial Commanders, I work for a living, my given name is Symon, given to me by my parents, and to call me anything else other than \'Symon\' is seen as a blantant disrespect to my parents. Rule number two; the brave men and women of the New Republic occasionally like to kick back and relax, have a few drinks, tell bad jokes and occasionally play pranks on eachother. It IS mandatory that you join in, if I do not hear one of my men or women complain about you playing a practical joke on them before the end of this month, then disaplineary procedures will be forced apon you. And rule number three; I know you Imperial defectors have trouble adjusting to working with non-humans. If this applies to you, then I suggest you get over it in as short time as possible, I will not tolerate any racial bigotry here, and neither will the non-human members of my team. Understood?" Symon explained.
Dargo nodded.
"Yes, Si-Uhh, I mean Symon" He said.
Symon simply nodded and left the room.
Dargo breathed a sigh of relief. It would be different than serving the Empire, or what was left of it, but at least he was serving what he now knew was a greater cause.
He reached into his cupboard, pulled out his Imperial uniform, he looked at it for a while, then spat at it and threw it across his quarters.
"No more will I bow to your wishes. Palpatine, if you can hear me. I just want to say one thing, Frak you!" he whispered.
With that, he walked out of his quarters.
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RPG Character: Symon Jayce
RPG Character: Symon Jayce
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