Dawn of Defiance

Inside Information

Continuing the mission to locate the Bothan spy, Borsk La’Reth, the heroes come into close proximity with a Trade Federation Droid Control Ship somewhere in the unknown regions of space…

Trissen set down his SoroSuub Luxury 3000 Yacht in the darkened hangar. Mharrula and Torrent likewise gently landed their starfighter craft near Darga the Hutt’s old vessel. The over-sized room was deathly quiet. Nothing moved save the Z-95 Headhunter cockpit windows and the Chainbreaker’s exit ramp.

“Hey boss, I should probably mind the store while you folks check things out. Let me know if you have any trouble and I’ll come running with my lightsaber blazing.” Jenna, the Togrutan Jedi who accompanied the group while the team was investigating the whereabouts of the vile gangster Darga, propositioned her friends with this essential ‘rear guard’ service. In the event that the heroes needed a quick escape or reinforcements they could always count on their loyal orange-skinned friend.

“Thanks. We’ll take you up on that.” Trissen slowly exited the craft and using his ability to scan the area in total darkness had a quick look around. “Do you guys see a light switch anywhere? I can only make out cold shapes in this blight.”

Igniting his lightsaber, Torrent had a look around as well. “There is bound to be an access panel somewhere. Stand by.”

The young Jedi male crossed the hangar with haste towards the ship entry point recalling on his memory while he was yet in the Clone Wars, that the manual controls for the atmospheric force field currently engaged should be near the entry wall. Sure enough, the familiar red and green indicator lights of the rectangular access panel were spotted and he motioned the experimental battle droid over to effect some illumination.

Within seconds, the android computer guru bathed the hangar in bright, white flourescent light. Before the heroes had a moment to recover their eyesight an internal hangar door was opened and out marched a troop of OOM-series battle droids. Peculiarly these droids were not armed with blasters but with power tools. A droid repair team!

B1-X moved quickly to intercept and demanded that they identify themselves and to identify their purpose. However, with zombie-like persistence and single-mindedness, they only repeated in unison as they headed towards the exterior of the droid control ship, “The master wants repairs made. The master wants repairs made.” Without stopping to consider the intruders, the droid repair team disappeared from view after exiting the craft.

“That…was…odd”, remarked the Trandoshan soldier.

“Indeed.” Reaching out with the force, Torrent tried to get a feel for any dark side presence as an explanation for what was just witnessed. “My friends, I believe that we are not alone here as organic beings. I sense the dark side in this vessel though the feeling is light for the moment.”

“Can you get a fix on where this darkie is at?”

Torrent considered again stretching out with his knowledge of the Force, “Beyond those interior doors lies the answer. We should make haste.”

“Yeah, I would hate to be here after these droids wake up.” Trissen pointed his blaster cannon in the direction of the now discernable forms of a quantity of parked vulture droids.

“My brothers!”, exclaimed the B1-X companion in apparent joy.

Before he could take delight in this revelation, Trissen interjected, “Don’t get too happy, droid. These aren’t your friends until we determine who is controlling them. Now, let’s go before we are detected and forced to find out too soon!”

Entering into a corridor beyond the hangar doors, the heroes decided to take a left down the red lit concical passageway. Motioning with his lightsaber, “This way, my friends. The presence grows stronger in this direction!”

Soon enough the team finds themselves in what appears to be a large conference room complete with a large wall-sized viewing screen directly ahead of them across a large floor with a symbol of the Trade Federation painted on its surface. Trissen located a turbolift on the right side but only discovered it to be inoperable. B1-X started to make his way over to the north side of the room where an additional turbolift chamber came into view. Halfway through the hall, the main viewing screen crackled to life, displaying a shadowy figure who addressed the infiltrators in low computer-enhanced tones, “Welcome, you who are here on behalf of the ever-gracious senator Bail Organa of the Galactic Empire! I see that you have been well met by my ambassadors on the planet and have decided to pay your respects to your host here on this station. I am honored by your presence. Please feel free to tour my home at your leisure. As your benevolent host, I can provide you with many diversions to ensure that your stay here is a pleasant but a short one!”

Metal upon metal rolling sounds grow louder as the figure continues his introduction. “Ah, yes. Here they come now to greet you. Please avail yourself of every comfort I have and to prove to you my commitment to your well being while aboard my starship I would like to introduce to you my personal hospitality assistants who would be most delighted to make your acquaintance!” At this, the viewing screen shuts down and the party is met by a total of four Droidekas, two from each corridor.

“Destroyers!”, shouts Trissen.

To be continued…

"That's No Moon."

The night air was damp and smelled of acrid smoke rising above the valley wherein the heroes were ambushed. Before them in the mire and the mud were the remnants of their mechanical opponents, five dwarf spider droids and one large crab droid. Each, save one, was brought low by use of the Force, the slash of the lightsaber or through the destructive power of the the blaster. The Jedi named Torrent, trapped under the huge LM-432 squirmed his way out from underneath being driven into the muck under the weight of the mechanical monstrosity. Fortunately, he suffered little damage from the combat encounter and was able to recover quickly his physical condition and his mental faculties, drawing upon the Force to both heal and to calm. His friends were worse off, however. The trandoshan soldier, Trissen, suffered most severe during the encounter taking an impressive amount of damage from his droid assassins and was none to happy to see his old B1-X companion. Whether due to his fatigue or to his sense of honor, Trissen lashed out at the wayward battle droid for having left the crew back on Bespin without transport, their beloved YT-1300 which now sits in shambles in a ravine somewhere east of their current position. Were it not for the diplomatic skills of their new padawan Jedi friend, a Togruta named Jenna, another inter-party fued would have erupted over the amibitions of the B1-X to reprogram one of the still operable spider droids and the trandoshan soldier who would rather have nothing to do with his perceived traitorous former companion. Mharrula the Shade, the Trianii scoundrel and also a newcomer to the team, along with Jenna urged a compromise. The dwarf spider droid would remain shut down while the B1-X attempted to re-purpose it for the team’s advantage. However, the battle droid would not be allowed to step foot onto Darga the Hutt’s old luxury transport, now piloted by Trissen, indefinitely. Encouraging the group to embark once again on their mission and to not get bogged down into intra-party hostilities, Jenna and Mharraula re-focused the group to learning the reason for Gremag’s deception and on the mystery of encountering droids on a world that should no nothing about such technology.

Noting that the space junk in orbit around the planet, seen through the use of the Force by Torrent, is actually the debris of a large-scale battle involving Separatist war machines, the team boards their space transports for a closer look within the planet’s rings. Located on the outer ring’s edge the Jedi discovers a most disturbing thing. Orbiting amongst the lifeliess debris and the asteroids appears to be a fully functional Trade Federation Droid Control ship! How is this possible? Who is maintaining this and why? The heroes intend to find answers to these and more as they make a direct flight path to this anomaly amongst the dead. Unfortunately for the heroes they fly directly into a trap. Half a dozen orbiting asteroids surrounding the droid control ship were hollowed out by unknown engineers and re-purposed as passive sentinals. Once the heroes managed to get in range of these quiet guardians, they came to life. Approaching first, Torrent’s starfighter was engaged in a fight to maintain control of his vessel. The asteroid’s outer shell opened along a crack along its centerline revealing a tractor beam device and several armed missile bays aimed directly at Torrent’s vessel. Taking evasive action but to no avail, the tractor beam took hold and the asteroid guardian launched its secondary attack. One discord missile was fired from within its bay and seconds later broke apart in mid-flight casting three buzz droids at Torrent’s trapped starfighter. Reaching out with the Force, Torrent punched in reverse left thrusters in an effort to avoid contact with the incoming mechcanical gremlins. His actions proved successful and the three ship saboteurs were sent helplessly out into the black.

Meanwhile, Mharrula had some troubles of her own. With B1-X attached to her outer hull, they became the target of their own asteroid saboteur, however, noting the trouble given her Jedi companion, she wasted little time in dealing with her assailant. As the tractor beam took hold of her vessel, she calmly aimed and fired her concussion missiles into the heart of the asteroid successfully destroying the tractor beam system. B1-X launched himself from the hull of Mharrula’s vehicle and directly into the open bay of the asteroid and went to work quickly de-activating the discord missile launch system. In the Chainbreaker, Trissen and Jenna were also caught in the grips of their asteroid opponent but through the expertise skill of starship piloting quickly escaped the bonds. Repeating the lesson learned from their companion Mharrula, their ship-disabling droid guardian was also in like manner, neutralized.

Turning their attention to the droid control ship, the heroes searched for an entry point into the massive craft. Torrent received ominous readings from within the vessel. Presence of the dark side! Drawn like a moth towards a flame, Torrent quickly discerned that a hangar bay was open on the port side of the ship, force field left down. All three vessels entered within only to find that the hangar was dark inside, no light source immediately available. B1-X was dispatched to locate the force field operation panel in order to restore atmosphere so that all may disembark. Having found and re-activated the force field, lighting was also restored. Unfortunately, what was then seen by the heroes gave little reason to rejoice. Ten Vulture droids in pristine condition were found occupying the hangar bay along with their transports, albeit quiet and apparently in ‘sleep’ mode. An interior hangar door opened and out walked a troop of B1 battle droids armed not with blasters, but with tools! Almost ignoring the newcomers entirely, the platoon made their way to the outer hull through the force field in order to make unknown repairs to the droid control ship. Parley was attempted only to be met with the phrase, “The Master wishes to have the facility repaired. The Master wishes to have the facility repaired.”

To be continued…


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