Star Wars: Rise of the Battlemage

Chapter 55
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We spent most of the next day relaxing, which Tatnia, Vaz, and I desperately needed. I woke up in the morning in a cold sweat, most of the night plagued by unpleasant dreams I hardly remembered. What little I could recall involved what could have happened and what would have happened if our escape attempt hadn't worked. I ended up giving up on sleep a bit early, walking out into the lounge to find Tatnia already having breakfast.

I joined her, of course, both of us thoroughly enjoying the simple prepackaged food, which despite how basic it was, blew anything we had in the prison and even most of what we ate as we escaped out of the water. I could only imagine how Vaz felt, having spent so much longer inside that hellhole.

Once breakfast was over, I spent the day walking around the ship, helping out where I could, but mostly just trying to settle into being back. It was surprising how much being away affected me, and I mentally promised to be more careful in the future. I wasn't exactly sure how I could have done better given what I knew and didn't know at the time, but I did know that I needed to do better now that I knew how everything could go wrong so quickly.

Eventually, with most of the day gone by, I called everyone up to the lounge. We ate dinner as a crew again, but this time stayed sitting once we were done, as I wanted to have another meeting about what was next.

"Alright," I said once the table was clear. "We have a lot to go over, so let's start with something we can definitively decide on and then move on. The Dark Blade, are we keeping it?"

"They are… impressive ships," Calima said, leaning back in her seat. "Strong shields, lots of weapons, decent cargo space if… you include the passengers."

"I know, it's a tempting ship to keep," I agreed, shaking my head. "It has a lot of potential. The only negative I could think of at the moment is how heavily it's tied to the Imperials."

"It does stand out. As far as I know, they do not sell it commercially," Tatnia added. "So anyone using it either stole it or is an Imperial. And with how expensive they are, everyone is going to be paying attention."

"So, keep it and handle the upkeep despite not being able to use it sometimes," I said. "Or sell it to the Rebels, who I know would be very eager to get their hands on it and use the money to buy another ship. Something that might not be as well armed but might be more useful in the long run."

The group was silent for a while as we all thought through our options. When nobody said anything for a minute, I snorted and shook my head.

"So much for this being the easy topic," I said before making a decision. "I'm going to say that for now, we keep it. We can always sell it off later, and eventually, showing off an obviously wanted ship isn't going to be as big of a deal, at least not when we are around rebels. Unfortunately, for now, it's probably better to keep it off the board, at least until our cover is blown again."

"So what, we keep it but don't use it?" Miru asked. "Or do we just leave it in deep space when we go to any populated planets?"

"I'd say, for now, let's just leave it parked here," I said with a shrug. "The moon is most likely safe, it's got a spot for us to land it on already. We can park it on the surface, shut it all down, and then come back for it when we need it."

Everyone nodded in agreement, and Calima headed to the cockpit to set a very slow course for the moon, dragging the Blade with us. She returned after a few minutes so we could continue our meeting.

"So, we talked a bit about it already, but essentially we are on a time limit with the Imperials," I said as our pilot sat back down. "According to the Inquisitor that I killed, he hid the records of the prison break. Unfortunately, I don't exactly trust his competency. Eventually, someone is going to find them. When they do, they are going to come looking for me. Which means worlds with a solid Imperial presence won't be open to us. We kind of knew this would happen, but I was hoping to have a bit more time. Either way, I would rather them be after me for something we did rather than for escaping from that prison."

"What do you mean?" Julus said, leaning his elbows on the table.

"What I mean is, as of right now, we are not wanted by the Imperials, but that is going to change eventually. We may as well do something to earn it rather than just wait down the clock. I'll admit, there is a chance they haven't connected me to the Chariot, but that likely hood is vanishingly small. Tatnia and Vaz are definitely connected to me, and Nal and Miru aren't far behind," I explained, Julus nodding in understanding. "I think it might be time to abandon pretenses and go for it. We should find something to steal from the Imperials, preferably a ship. Landing on an Imperial planet will be as easy as paying for space right now, so we still have an opportunity. Maybe even one big enough to snag multiple things."

"That… okay, it would definitely make a statement," Tatnia admitted. "Are you sure?"

"Unless anyone can think of a reason not to, other than just enjoying the time it takes for them to figure it all out?" I asked, waiting for someone to speak up. "Then I say we push for one big heist and take advantage of the fact that they don't know who we are yet."

"What kind of target are we looking for?" Nal asked. "Is there something specific?"

"We are looking for a ship to increase our effectiveness, something that we can use to create a proper fleet," I explained. "Something that isn't too expensive to keep operational, and that staffing will be easy as well. That said, if we get handed the opportunity to steal something big, we should take it. As long as we can get away with it."

Tatnia shook her head, rubbing her face as Nal smiled. Vaz was as calm as ever, though I could see a smile coming through.

"Why do you make it like we are window shopping for a speeder?" Tatnia asked, looking back up at me. "So we just show up and steal something, easy as that?"

"No, of course not," I said, shaking my head. "We start by finding something out of the way, where the local Imperial presence is light but still present. Then we land under the guise of looking for a shuttle ship, something that will fit in our hangar, as well as supplies. We go about our business while Racer finds out what he can about the local fleet, how often they land for downtime, and everything like that. Then when we have a better idea of their schedule, we wait patiently for our time to strike."

"I… I hate how much that makes sense," Tatnia responded, looking upset at my plan. "It can't be that easy, right?"

She looked at Nal, who simply shrugged.

"Plan depends on certain parameters being true," he pointed out. "But if we find somewhere they are… why could it not be that simple?"

"I think you're confusing easy with simple," I added. "The plan might be simple, but it's gonna put us up against a crew, whatever stormtroopers they are carrying, and probably some sort of base security. It's gonna be dangerous, but I think we can handle it, especially if we pick our target well."

"What would be our next step after we take this Imperial ship?" Vaz asked. "This crew is too small to keep two ships active and in good shape."

"We could probably do it," Miru disagreed before continuing with a wince. "It would suck, and we wouldn't have much free time… and we would be working the droids really hard… But we could do it… maybe."

"We won't be pushing that hard," I explained, shaking my head. "Once we pull whatever asset we manage to get our hands on, we will work on finding some people to staff it, though I am hoping we could minimize some of the new crew requirements by using droids."

"And then?" Tatnia asked.

"Then I want to check in with General Syndulla," I responded. "I'm hoping they have made some progress on locating more CIS bases. I desperately want more raindrops and repair droids for the new ship."

"They might have crew droids as well," Miru pointed out. "We could buy some crew droids, but the CIS had some actually good pilot, crew, and gunner droids we could use for the new ship. There wasn't any in the last batch, but there might be in the next."

"Right. Once we have our new ship equipped, I want to test our crew a bit on some easier targets, maybe by hitting a small Imperial target, or even raiding some of Jabba the Hutt's resources."

"What's our plan to deal with him and our bounties?" Miru asked. "I don't mind having money on my head… well, I do, but I don't plan on leaving the ship anywhere that could be a problem."

"Killing him would probably work," I admitted but shook my head. "But he isn't exactly an easy target. We can spitball some ideas, but we might just have to ignore it for a while until we are ready to deal with it, which would hopefully be after we raid another CIS spot."

We continued to discuss our options before we started looking through a few datapads, looking for a fringe Imperial world. We whittled the list down to a few options and let Racer do his thing, digging just a hair deeper than surface level to see what he could learn.

With the meeting over, Calima returned to the cockpit, Nal and Tatnia went to deal with the Dark Blade now that we were orbiting the moon. The plan was for Nal and Tatnia to pilot the Blade while Calima landed the Chariot on the moon. Nal and Tatnia would then land the Blade on the cargo pad left behind by the rebels before donning their EVA suits and walking back to the Chariot. Miru wanted to join them, but since we didn't have an EVA suit her size, she was going to teach the other two how to shut down the ship entirely so it didn't waste fuel.

Meanwhile, I was going to head to my room and work on my magic. It had been a long while since I had any free time to learn a spell, and while I didn't have enough time now, I wanted to look through what I could learn and plan my next spell.

I sat down in the chair that was technically for the computer in my room and summoned my grimoire, cracking it open and almost immediately dropping it when I realized there was a lot of new stuff inside. I couldn't resist the urge to jump out of my chair and shout out in excitement. Not only did the section on Adept spells unlock, but there were several additions for other bits for me to learn.

That included an "upgraded" form of the Clairvoyance spell.

I quickly started reading through the new additions, pulling out my datapad so I could make a list of everything. I immediately realized that the Adept class of spells was the largest of the three levels I had access to by far. I didn't exactly count, but at a glance, it looked to be almost as many spells as the novice and apprentice levels had, combined. This was massively exciting, especially considering how interesting the spells looked, but I tempered myself when I remembered that an Apprentice-level spell took around seven hours to learn, give or take an hour. That meant that I could expect the Adept spells, which had three matrices in each one, were going to take around eleven to thirteen hours.

I would have to dedicate an entire day to nonstop matrix tuning if I wanted to learn a spell with any sort of consistency. I might be able to stumble through taking a break, but judging from past experiences, trying to break the spell up into multiple sessions would be near impossible.

Promising myself to go through the spells in more detail when I was done, I started going through the smaller additions, the real-life equivalencies of perks from the game. The first I read through was the clairvoyance upgrade, something I had been attempting to brute force for a while. I skimmed through it for now, but from what I could tell, it was a way to focus the spell to make up for being less familiar with whatever you were searching for, which was exactly what I wanted. When I got around to learning it, a whole new world of options would open up for me and the crew.

Dismissing the daydreams about some of the treasures that awaited us, I focused on the rest of the additions, skimming through the grimoire, making notes as I went. Almost all branches had additional tips for making my spell casting more efficient or more impactful, similar to what I had previously done for my shock spells. By the looks of things, almost my entire arsenal was covered in some way.

At the end of the Restoration section was some sort of skill called Recovery, which was basically a method of circulating your magic to temper your magic core, making your mana regenerate faster. It would create a significant boost, so understandably it went to the top of my list of things I wanted to learn. Right above that on my list was a method of making my conjured weapons a lot more dangerous, and make everything I conjure easier to maintain.

I kept reading and adding to my list, eventually starting to go through the new spells, getting more and more excited about my options. The transmutation spell was interesting, but the description made it clear that there was no way for me to take advantage of the game-breaking money trick from the games. While turning the pages away from the spell, I idly wondered if that was something that the entities had modified to keep me from basically printing credits. I decided it didn't matter because with the upgraded clairvoyant spell, money was going to quickly become a much smaller issue.

As I skimmed through the book, new healing spells, more conjured weapons, more conjured constructs, and more destruction spells, all got added to the list. When I was finally done going through every new entry into my grimoire, I realized that time had just become my new enemy. I now had an incredible amount of stuff that I wanted to learn on top of the missions and projects that the crew would be attempting.

On top of all that, I could now finally learn the spell that had prevented me from starting to enchant things, namely the Create Soul Gem spell. So far, I had ignored the Soul Trap spell because I didn't have any soul gems, but with this new spell that could finally change. Unfortunately, instead of being a way to just conjure a soul gem from nowhere, it was the spell you cast on a crystal or gem to turn it into a soul gem. It was also how I would know if a material could be a soul gem in the first place, as the casting would fail if the crystal wasn't compatible.

"Guess I need to add "various gems" to the next shopping list," I mumbled to myself, shaking my head before diving back into my grimoire.

I had a lot to do and not so much time to do it in.
 
Thanks for the chapter.

I just had the thought of a Lightsaber soul gem. that could be interesting. and what would happen if you used in the saber again afterwards?
 
Well it looks like it's time to look into how the Sith's artificial lightsaber crystals are made as well as the galaxy's other means of crystal growing/crafting. I would think something like a soul trap would be one of those rare instances in Magic where an artificially crafted gem would be superior to a natural one. An artificial gem would be a blank slate that is ready to be imprinted with anything metaphysically, where a natural gem has a weight of history and has been shaped physically and metaphysically by its environment, thus no 2 gems are the same.

At least that's my understanding of what most interpretations of gems in magic involve, taking advantage of not just the natural inclinations of certain types of gems to certain elements, but also the weight of history and power accumulated over ages.
 
Chapter 56
After a short break from my magic stuff to stand by in case something went wrong during the process of landing the Dark Blade on the moon, I settled back down to learn the first thing on my list, Recovery. Basically, what it boiled down to was a long process of meditating and training your core with the intent of getting your magic to replenish faster. Supposedly I would immediately be able to tell the difference, as there was a significant amount of initial improvement, which would slow down significantly. The text in my Grimoire mentioned a second level to the process, but that required having more natural magic, which the large, ornate book assured the reader would happen naturally to long-time mages.

I settled down on the end of my bed and started to meditate, focusing down inside myself, not unlike I did oh so long ago during the beginning of this adventure. By now, I was an expert at drawing out my magic, so grabbing hold of a wisp and drawing it out was easy. The next step was less instinctual, pushing the tendril back into my core and keeping it there before repeating the process with a second strand on the opposite side.

It was an odd sensation, a sort of metaphysical movement happening inside me as I formed something like a double matrix inside my core. After I was sure I had everything set, I slowly started rotating one side and then the other, spinning them both inside my core, each in opposite directions. During all this, I continually pulled magic out through each tendril, which of course, fed right back into my core through the internal matrix. If the previous sensations was simply strange, this was utterly bizarre, as I could feel the draw on my magic even as my core was continuously full.

I spent three hours meditating, cycling my magic slowly inside myself, letting the process do its job. When the boredom and exhaustion finally got to me, I stopped. I was sweaty and a bit shaky, like I had just completed an extreme workout. Still, I needed to know just what kind of progress I had made, so I slid to the edge of the bed and cast Steadfast Ward, my hand glowing as the oval barrier appeared in front of me. Sure enough, the regeneration kept up a bit better with the magicka draw. It wasn't close to breaking even, of course, but it was a noticeable increase.

Mentally noting to try and meditate that way for a few hours every night, I barely had enough energy to undress before collapsing into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.

The following morning I ended up casting Fast Heal and Respite on myself to recover the soreness and slight tiredness I still felt from my meditation session. I climbed out of my bed and pulled myself into the sonic shower, letting the vibrations clean me. When I was done, I quickly got ready for the day before stepping out of my room and into the main hall of the second deck, heading right for the lounge.

Tatnia, Nal, Julus, and Vaz were already sitting at the table, with Racer next to them, while Miru and Calima sat at the bar top, facing towards the table.

"Hey, uh, Morning Boss," Julus said, spotting me first. "Slept pretty late."

"I was up late working on my magic," I explained, dropping down at the table. "I unlocked a lot of new things to learn. What's the news?"

"Racer finished digging through the outskirt worlds we came up with and found a few that would work for what we are looking for," Tatnia explained, sliding a Datapad across the table to me. "We've been looking at them and think this is our best option."

The datapad showed a planet labeled a Tacruna, tagged with a simple description. It was a tropical planet, populated by a few small cities and one massive one, all built around the edges of an ocean that took up overy ninety percent of the surface. Apparently, the planet's main export was four different varieties of fish, all of which were bigger than the average human and one of which would dwarf a C-PH. The world was wet, with near-constant downpours and wild monsoons that would last for days, if not weeks, which completely removed any interest in tourism.

Luckily for us, the fish they exported was known as being delicious, with the largest being a particular delicacy. This meant that the Empire, probably at the behest of a corrupt general or senator, had a small defensive "fleet" stationed around the planet to protect the luxury product and the industry that harvested it.

The "Fleet" consisted of three ships. The heavy hitter of the fleet was a retrofitted Consular-class cruiser, a design I recognized from the Clone Wars shows and the prequels. It didn't surprise me that some of them were still hanging around in some of the backward worlds around the Rim, especially since the only reason the Empire had to protect this planet was some tasty fish. Nal commented about being surprised to see one, assuming the older ships had long since all been mothballed, but didn't say much else.

The Consular-class was backed up by two Guardian-Class light cruisers. Tatnia pointed out that they were probably part of the Imperial Custom's presence on the planet, as they frequently used those ships.

"So, unsurprisingly, fleet specifics and schedules are supposed to be classified," Tatnia explained. "Despite the fact that the first one is ruined by just stepping outside and looking up with a decent telescope. The schedule, however, is legitimately protected and out of reach from Racer, at least as long as he needs to stay undetected. Luckily for him, he found a workaround with some help from Calima."

Tatnia nodded to the astromech, who warbled and beeped before activating his holoprojector, displaying a map.

"This is the Imperial base of operations for the planet, notice the large landing pad here," Tatnia said, pointing to an area before nodding to Racer again, three dots appearing on the map, all around the base. "And these are all the bars and clubs around the base."

"Racer checked out all three of these locations, and all of them had pitiful security. He pulled the footage from the last six months and quickly scrubbed through it," Miru explained excitedly, gesturing to an image of five men sitting on a wide, semi-circle couch-like seat, a blue-skinned Twi'lek dancing in front of them. "So, twice every month, the number of Imperial officers at these bars spikes for three days before returning to normal."

"Shore leave?" I asked, getting a nod from Nal. "How accurately can you predict them?"

"We can pick out when one of the ships will be down pretty well," Miru responded, seemingly speaking for Racer, who beeped and whistled in agreement. "But we haven't found any way to confirm which ship belongs to each group."

"So we know when a ship will be on leave, but we don't know which ship…" I asked, continuing when Miru nodded in agreement. "What's the time frame then?"

"The next scheduled shore leave should be in four days," Tatnia answered. "It will take us a little over a day to get there, which gives us around three days to prepare."

"That sounds perfect, we can do some shopping when we get there," I said with a nod. "We still need a landing craft of some sort. Something that we can easily land and take off from one of the hangar bays. We also need to pick up a few other bits and things."

We discussed a basic plan outline, and Vaz spoke up a few times to give her expertise on assaulting a position. She recommended a fast strike, getting in, boarding the ship, and taking off as quickly as possible. Depending on the patrol pattern of the other two ships, we might even be able to time it so they are on the other side of the planet. How exactly we would assault the Imperial base depended on what the base looked like.

Personally, I didn't anticipate a fortress, and the few pictures Racer managed to scrounge up through other tangential sources seemed to agree. There was a single large turret, not quite a heavy turbo laser but certainly a powerful weapon, taking up the top of the tallest structure on the base. In all likelihood, we would need to take that down before starting any of our plans. From what we were able to piece together, there were only a few smaller, starfighter-scale cannons placed around the two structures that made up most of the base's infrastructure, and they wouldn't even strain the shields of the larger ship.

Racer managed to get his actuators on a pretty recent deck plan for the Consular-Class refit. Unfortunately, the Guardian-Class light cruisers were a more recent creation, and the Empire wasn't keen on giving up information on an active war vessel. It did hammer home the fact that the Consular-class was only twelve meters short of being twice the size of the Talos Chariot. The Guardians were about thirty meters shorter than our current ship.

Once we started to get to the real meat of the planning phase, Calima stood up to head to the cockpit, starting the nav computer up to compute the jumps required to get to Tacruna. About an hour later, we had as solid a plan as possible, given how many variables there were, so we went our separate ways to prepare.

Knowing I had enough time for one spell, I warned everyone not to interrupt me unless something serious happened, before secluding myself in my room again. I pulled out my datapad and summoned my Grimoire, flipping through my must-learn spell list and reviewing everything added by the inclusion of Adept level spells.

All in all, Destruction, Alteration, and Illusion were more or less what I expected, though I was a bit sad to learn that the Invisibility spell wasn't Adept. As usual, Restoration lacked any spells that had to do with the undead. It did, however, offer three fortification spells that would increase my dexterity, strength, and stamina. It also had a spell called "Heal Middling Trauma." A quick skim revealed it was a healing spell that was specifically designed to fix a single injury rather than a general healing spell. It could handle much more missing mass than any of my other healing magic but wasn't quite at the level of restoring limbs.

Similar to Restoration, Conjuration continued to not mention the summoning of Deadra from the planes of oblivion. Instead, it offered several new construct options, allowing me to conjure things similar to the Flame Atronach construct but for different roles or elements. I was looking forward to summoning a construct with a sword, if for no other reason than to have someone to spar with. There was also the Conjure Bound Bow and Conjure Bound Quiver, two spells that I had been impatiently waiting for.

Well, technically, I had been waiting for the Conjure Bound Bow spell because I forgot the quiver spell existed, predominantly because casting Conjured Bound Bow also conjured a quiver full of arrows. However, it seemed that whatever version of Skyrim this Grimoire came from, it encouraged the stealth sniper player even more than the game did. Not only did Conjure Bound Quiver create one hundred extremely high-quality arrows, but it also allowed you to imbue your arrows with shock, flame, or ice. It wasn't a ton of energy, the shock arrow seemed to be the equivalent of a half second or so of the Sparks spell, but it added an incredible level of potential.

Logically, I knew I should probably focus on something like healing or being more durable, especially because we had two crates full of ranged options in the cargo hold. But I had asked the entities for archery knowledge for a reason, and now I was being encouraged even more by the Bound Quiver spell.

A few minutes of mentally debating and option-weighing later, and I was sitting in my chair, the Grimoire opened on the desk to the Conjure Bound Bow section. I eagerly started the process of learning the spell, noting the first spell matrix's similarities to other weapon conjuration spells. After four hours, my ass was hurting, and I was forced to cast Respite and Fast Healing on myself, all while maintaining concentration on what I was working on.

Another three hours passed, and I was miserable but determined. I was just starting the third and last matrix, seven hours of work behind me and another three or four ahead of me. I was hungry, sore, and I could feel the oncoming head.

It took me ten and a half hours to finally complete the matrix tuning process and finally cast Conjure Bound Bow for the first time. I sat forward in my seat to give the quiver room to appear, letting the magic flow as the weapon appeared in my hand. The bow itself looked very similar to the Nordic bow from the game but also included a thematically designed three-pin sight, which I knew how to use despite not knowing it existed a few seconds ago. The quiver, which appeared on my back, looked like the steel arrow quiver from the game, and the arrows seemed to match. Of course, all of this was glowing, faintly see-through, and leaking a wispy purple energy.

Instead of celebrating, I immediately started casting it again, doing it nearly thirty times until I was absolutely, one hundred percent certain it had worked and that the final form of all matrices was sufficiently ingrained in my magic. When I was finally certain, I sagged in my chair, letting out a long groan.

After a few minutes of just basking in an utter lack of thinking, I raised my hand and cast Fast Heal and Respite, slowly climbing out of my chair. I made my way out of my room and into the lounge, grabbing two meals from a cabinet and sitting down on the couch, slowly and methodically eating the contents of both.

"How did it go?" Nal asked as he sat down on the other end of the couch, stepping out from the hallway.

"Pretty well," I responded, conjuring a bow and tossing it to him. "See for yourself."
The blue-skinned, red-eyed humanoid caught the bow easily, looking down at it in confusion before looking back up at me.

"You learned how to… conjure this?" He asked, understandably confused. "Why?"

"...you know, it might be better to show you," I said, standing from my seat and releasing my mental grip on the bow, the construct bursting into harmless energy in Nal's hands. "C'mon, time to test this thing out."

We headed down to the first deck, to the main cargo hold. I noticed that the emergency docking system we had used to connect to the Dark Blade was once again closed, but the panel it was under now had a hinge welded along one seam, with a simple latching and locking system added to the other. As we entered the cargo bay, I spotted Miru connecting Racer up to his charging bay, the young Twi'lek looking over at me with a smile.

"Hey Boss, everything should be ready to go… How did your magic stuff go?" She asked, picking up a piece of cloth and wiping a grease spot off of her nose.

"It went well… you wouldn't happen to have a plate of metal I could test it on, would you?"

"Uh… yeah, I do, gimme a second…" She responded, turning back to her workshop.

After about five minutes, Miru had taken a two-foot by two-foot square and welded two metal pipes to one side, perpendicular, so they could function as a stand. We quickly ran it down the main line of the first deck, setting it up on top of the cargo elevator.

With a mental flex, I conjured the bow, rolling my shoulder before steadying myself. Holding the bow felt natural, as did every other step as I reached over my shoulder, pulled out a single arrow, nocked it, drew back and let it fly. The slightly translucent arrow streaked across the mainline before slamming into the metal plate and embedding itself into it, punching a hole completely through the metal plating before deconstructing and turning into a puff of purple magic on the other side.

In the world of Skyrim, with magic and mythical elements, the Armorsmiths forged armor with some incredible materials. Metals like Orichalcum, Ebony, Malachite, Moonstone, and even dragon bones and scales. Despite those fantastical materials, high-quality arrows fired from a high-quality bow were still lethal, punching through all that armor to hit the target inside. I knew that, in game, Conjured Bow was a weapon on tier with the highest quality, non-unique equivalent, its arrows matching that.

Sure, there was a chance that it wouldn't translate the same, and to be honest, I wasn't convinced there wasn't some limitation I hadn't run into yet. But for now, I was happy to have a summonable anti-armor, limitless ammo cannon with which I also just happened to be highly skilled.

"That's why," I said, unable to stop from smirking as I turned back to my stunned audience. "You guys want to give it a shot?"
 
Yes, no joke. Every time you decide to play a mage or a warrior, you realize after a few hours that you're holding a damn bow in your hand and only walking around on tiptoes.
 
I think the only time I didn't do a stealth archer build was when I did a battle mage style build. And every couple of hours I had to remind myself to put the bow away.
 
Chapter 57
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We stayed up for another hour, testing out my bow and figuring out what it was capable of. Miru and Nal were both fascinated with it but refused to take it and try it out for themselves, which I didn't blame them for considering how much damage I was doing with it. We ended up testing it out on some spare armor pieces we had, the arrow easily punching through the armor and severely denting, sometimes even piercing the metal underneath, before dissipating into ambient magic.

When I finally put an end to the testing, the three of us went to bed. Physically I was brimming with energy, but after the long process of tuning and learning to conjure my bow, I was mentally exhausted. I'm pretty sure I was asleep before I even reached my room.

The next day we had finally arrived at Tacruna. We spent a while hovering over the planet, waiting for permission to land, which Tatnia blamed on the Imperials.

"When the Empire locks down a world, everyone coming in and out has to go through their services," She explained. "On Terr'skiar, the merchant leaders handled it, and they wanted everything to work as smoothly as possible, while the Imperials only care about security and intimidation. I've seen more heavily populated planets reduced down to one-at-a-time checks by a single Imperial officer."

True to her word, the Imperial fleet did their best to intimidate us, stopping just short of getting dangerously close to us, all of their weapons tracking us as they processed our request to land. The Consular class, in particular, cut an impressive shadow over us as it passed between us and the distant sun. Unfortunately for Imperials, we were here to steal one of those ships, meaning that they were basically just showing off the goods.

"They all seem to be in good shape," Vaz said, sitting in one of the gunner seats, watching as one of the Guardian-class ships flew by. "Well maintained and cared for."

"The Consular looks good as well," Nal commented, sitting next to the Shistavanen. "Appears to be the heavier-armed version."

All three ships were painted Imperial gray, with black highlights and the Empires symbol painted in various places. They did all look like they were in good condition, but I noticed something attached to the two Guardian-class light cruisers.

"Those might be a problem, though," I said, pointing out the four TIE fighters attached to the hull of larger vessels, two for each ship. "Will we be able to tank those as we escape?"

"Absolutely," Calima responded, primarily focused on her flying, tapping her controls as we waited for permission to land. "Especially if we have a jump already worked out and ready."

When the Imperials finally permitted us to land, we made a beeline for the planet's largest city, easily finding a landing pad big enough for the Chariot. Calima landed us safely, and we all breathed a sigh of relief. Step one of our plan was complete.

"Alright… well, now we wait," I said, leaning back in my seat. "Vaz, we need to go shopping in a few hours, do me a favor and go through the weapons like we talked about. Tatnia, we can start looking for a shuttle tomorrow, so see if you can't find somewhere to shop. Racer, keep watch on those security feeds for when our target lands."

With us landing on the planet safely and Racer keeping an eye out for our target, I finally settled down with my grimoire. I didn't have nearly enough time to learn a spell, but as we were testing my conjured bow out the previous night, I had a rather big realization. In the game, in order for magic to be effective at higher levels, you needed to focus on it pretty heavily. Any melee user could whip out Sparks or Frostbite, but in order to use higher-level spells like Chain Lightning more than once in a fight, certain magic-focused perks were all but required.

While I didn't have to worry about stormtroopers out leveling the effectiveness of a basic Sparks spell because they were growing to match my level, spells from higher levels, like Adept, did take considerably more mana. Just maintaining the conjured bow had taken more magicka than maintaining my conjured sword. Suddenly the multitude of new tricks that filled my grimoire made a lot more sense. If I didn't learn them, I wouldn't be able to keep up with the higher-class spells.

Thankfully, learning these tricks, modifications to my spells, casting techniques, and methods did not take nearly as much time as learning a spell, even at a novice level. It was so short, in fact, that by the time I left my room a few hours later to go shopping with Vaz, I had already improved my conjuration spells in effectiveness and efficiency to a noticeable degree. I would need to spend a lot of time working on these real-life perk equivalents to stay ahead of the curve, but it was definitely worth it.

I found Vaz having a conversation with Nal, standing by a crate of weapons. The two of them had gone over our supply of backup and spare weapons, separating what we should keep and what wasn't worth lugging around. Besides Tatnia, Vaz, and myself, everyone had a high-quality side arm and primary. Nal even had a third weapon, the Proton Rifle, though really that was situational.

"These are the ones we are getting rid of?" I asked, Nal nodding in response.

"No point in keeping lower-powered and cheaper weapons," He said. "Need to keep track of gear, or we will accumulate junk."

"I believe I will serve as a quartermaster in the future," Vaz added. "I need a secondary role, and while my repair skills are amateurish at best, I do know how to inspect most types of equipment, and I am familiar with many types of weapons."

"That's good, Vaz, thanks for volunteering," I said with a smile. "Are you all set to head out?"

"Yes, this crate just needs to be attached to the Arrow."

After spending a few minutes finagling the crate to the back of the Arrow, Vaz climbed into the driver's seat, and we were off.

"What kind of weapon are you looking for?" I asked the lupine humanoid.

"Something to match what I used previously," She responded. "In truth, I do not know if I will be able to find what I am looking for, this is an Imperial planet with very little heavy trade."

Vaz, before she was captured and sent to the mines, had made a living as a minor bounty hunter. I had seen firsthand that she was pretty good with a normal blaster and blaster pistol, but apparently, she preferred a heavier weapon. Considering we didn't have that type of heavy firepower outside of our vehicles, I happily agreed to cover the costs of a new weapon. I was also looking to replace my lost pistol, as well as some armor for myself and Vaz. Tatnia might be okay with wearing whatever, but I wanted to pick out my look.

We arrived at our first stop but immediately realized that this wasn't going to have what we were looking for. The shop was too clean, and everything they offered were civilian models, low-powered trash that was worse than the backup equipment we had back on the Chariot. We did spend a few minutes walking around the equipment section, going through body armor and other stuff. Unfortunately, after an hour, we came to the conclusion that our initial assumption was correct, so we left for our next destination.

Our first steps into the building filled me with a lot more optimism about finding what we wanted. While the interior was much darker and a lot less clean, the pure variety of weapons on display was much more encouraging. There was a lot of stuff I didn't recognize, which was expected. The Twi'lek man behind the counter watched us closely as we made our way to a large blaster pistol display.

"What are you looking for?" The male asked as he followed us around, still behind the counter.

"We need three solid sidearms," I explained, looking up at the display. "Some armor as well."

"We have plenty of pistols," He responded, gesturing haphazardly to the wall display. "As for armor… I might actually have something that your friend fits into…"

The older Twi'lek clerk disappeared around back, leaving Vaz and I to share a look. A few minutes later, he returned with a small crate about two feet wide. He put it down on his counter, cracked it open, and turned it around to face us.

"This came in on a shipment of parts for a speeder shop a few years back. Don't quite know what species it was intended for, but they were digitigrade like your friend here, so it might fit," He explained. "I don't normally deal in stuff like this, not a lot of people looking for such high-grade armor, but the shop owner just wanted it gone."

I gestured for Vaz to try it on, and the skilled warrior quickly started inspecting the crate's contents. When she was done, she started pulling on the armor, despite never having used it before. She pulled on an armored body suit first, which pulled tight around her body when it was on, which was cool and made me think this was an expensive piece of gear. Plates of actual armor slid and locked into place easily, though the back plate required my help. When it was on, she cut an impressive image, armored up like how Mandalorians designed their armor, with plates protecting vital and fragile spots. However, that was where the similarities ended. There were two mounts for what were probably cape anchors, but no cape or cloak was included.

"What is it rated for?" Vaz asked as she tested her range of motion, even jumping in place a few times.

"From what I've read, it should redirect most of the energy from a normal blaster rifle and stop pistol bolts easily."

"How much?" I asked, the clerk looking back at me.

"Three thousand," He responded easily. "My research says that it's worth nearly twice that."

"Yeah, but who is gonna buy it here?" I pointed out. "Plus, you got it cheap. Two thousand."

"Are you kidding me? I'm not doing anything less than two and a half."

We bartered a bit more, going back and forth. I brought up everything we had to trade and added a few more items, including two DC-17 blaster pistols, one for me and one for Tatnia, as well as a heavier-looking pistol called an RKF-44 for Vaz. In the end, we shook on a payment of five hundred credits and everything we had brought with us to sell. I was pretty sure he was making out like a bandit, but we didn't really pay for anything we were trading, so it was hard to get upset about it.

"Is that all?" He asked as Vaz was pulling off her armor and putting it back into its crate.

"No. My friend is also looking for something a bit heavier. A lot heavier," I said. "You got anything like that?"

"That depends. Anything specific?" He asked, looking at us both much closer. "I do like to keep an eye out for interesting things …"

"I am accustomed to heavy weapons, preferably something with a sustained rate of fire," Vaz explained, the man nodding along.

"I'm not sure I have what you're looking for then. I have some high-powered heavy rifles, but it sounds like you're looking for something even heavier than those," He guessed, Vaz nodding in confirmation. "Sorry to say you're not gonna find something like that around here. I could sell you a heavy repeater, but that's about it."

"I was aware it was a stretch, thank you for your time," She responded before looking at me and then back to the clerk. "I believe we have a list of energy cells of various makes that we are looking for as well."

I handed the clerk a list of the several different varieties of power cells my crew needed, and after a moment, he nodded, confirming he had most of what we were looking for, though unsurprisingly, he did not have any proton rifle ammo.

Once we had a pile of cells packed away in our crate, as well as a patching kit for Vaz's new armor, we started bartering, settling on eight hundred credits for the second lot. About an hour after arriving, we left the shop with most of what we needed, though the lack of a heavy weapon for Vaz was unfortunate. We guided our storage crate, which now contained spare power packs, and hooked it back up to the Arrow, while Vaz put her armor in one of the seats. When we were ready, Vaz climbed into the driver seat and took off, leaving me in the far back seat, right in front of the powerful sensor systems that Miru installed.

Wordlessly, Vaz kept us low to the ground, flying as if we were a land speeder, heading across the city towards the Imperial compound. After a few minutes, she gave me the signal, and I turned on the scanner, focusing it to the left, letting it scan a series of buildings.

"Passing the compound…. Now."

I could see the readout change as we passed the military base, the powerful sensors picking up the drastic change in materials as it transitioned from scanning civilian structures to military ones. Still, it had no problem picking up a huge amount of information as we passed by, even with how far we were away. Eventually, when we had passed by, we pulled away down another road, not wanting to arouse suspicion. As we pulled away, I shut down the scan. I could see the sensor computer already compiling the data into a rough map of the base.

"Looks like we got it," I said, spinning my chair around to face forward, leaving the computer to do its thing. "How about we pick up some take-out for dinner? The shelf-stable meals are decent, but I'm feeling something freshly made."

"This world is known for its fish..." Vaz mentioned, trailing off when I snorted.

"Yeah, sure, super expensive fish sounds pretty good," I responded. "Just don't hurt my bank account too much, yeah?"

Vaz snorted but nodded in agreement as I climbed forward inside the speeder, my job in the back complete. I squeezed into the passenger seat, tapping at the air speeder's computer to try and find a good place to eat nearby. Something affordable too.
 
We go in, take them down and fly away. Sell the ship and move on.

Uhh... why? Why not just leave it at "and fly away"? That was the entire goal of this plan. What happened to:

Basically, we keep away from the big names, maybe pick up a few compatriots along the way and slowly build up our savings. Then, when we have enough money, we buy a used ship. Then we blast off

They're skipping to the end part, but then backtracking to the start? That seems off!

Tatnia managing to get the owner to twenty-six thousand credits

A used YT-1300 like the Falcon is 25k credits. They're selling what sounds like a much smaller ship that is barely spaceworthy, stolen, modified to carry slaves (which limits the sale options), and to a guy who KNOWS he has the upper hand in negotiations, so why did they get it up that high?

a few pieces out of the A-A5

The A-A2 had two collapsable bunks

Which is it?

for now the goal is to keep stealing from slavers until we have enough to buy a halfway decent ship

But... not only did they just sell a ship, but they got enough money for it to buy a fully functional ship!

Otherwise good start. The first six chapters were pretty decent. The only flaw I saw was some confusion with names, with Tatnia sometimes being Tania, and Nal sometimes being Tal.
 
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Chapter 58
We ended up going to a smaller restaurant serving one of the three fish the planet was known for, ordering enough for everyone before heading back to the Chariot. The fish was interesting, similar to salmon in some ways, but with a more substantial chew and a deeper creaminess that was pretty good. Everyone but Calima enjoyed it, the Tholothian explaining that she wasn't a big fan of fish in the first place, so she wasn't surprised. When the food was done and the table was cleaned up, we discussed how our multi-purpose trip went.

"I am truly shocked we stumbled onto that armor," Vaz admitted. "I did not expect to find anything like that on such a limited planet."

"There's always those hidden gems somewhere," I said with a shrug. "You just need to know where and how to look."

"Racer could have probably found something if he looked on the net," Miru pointed out. "All sorts of black market, off-the-record stuff on local networks."

"Either way, I'm hoping to find more substantial armor for everyone soon," I said, shaking my head. "The plate inserts we use now work, but we need something more substantial, something like what we got for Vaz, with full body protection. That's a priority after we are done here."

"You didn't find a jacket?" Tatnia asked, and I shook my head.

"Nothing that I liked," I responded. "I'll find something eventually. For now, I'll just wear the plate carrier stuff."

Before anyone could comment, Racer rolled into the lounge, beeping, warbling, and whistling. Miru's face lit up, and she turned towards me.

"The data from the scan is done, you want to see it?" She asked, Racer activated his holoprojector after I nodded.

A projected image of the military base appeared above the table, slowly spinning so we could see it from every angle. There were three main buildings on the surface, an office building of some kind, a large storage warehouse and garage combo, and the structure built under the large double laser cannon. The powerful laser cannon looked a lot like the boxy, green laser-firing turret that was in some of the movies, but I had no idea if it was the same model or not.

Under the buildings were a series of tunnels and rooms. Unfortunately, the information the scan picked up on them was limited. The sensor clearly struggled to get through the ground on top of the tougher, reinforced military buildings.

"Anyone seeing anything that would ruin the plan as it is?" I asked, studying the scans of our target.

"The power generator is even more heavily protected than we thought, but that shouldn't cause any problems," Julus said.

The younger crew member pointed out the dome-shaped building in one corner of the base. The scans confirmed that it was the main power reactor for the base, which we had already guessed. The reactor dome wasn't far from the large, heavy turbolaser turret.

"The whole base is bigger than we anticipated," Admitted Vaz. "We should expect more resistance."

"With any luck we won't have to deal with it until it's too late for them to do anything," I pointed out. "Unless you think there will be too much for our plan to work?"

"... no, there's not enough space to have that many people, especially not if we execute the plan when we know most of the ship's crew are off base."

"Good. Alright, guys, this scan brings us one step closer to the heist, now it's just a waiting game," I said, getting a few nods in return. "Tomorrow, we can go shopping for a shuttle, and wait for one of the ships to land. Everyone good?"

I paused for a second, waiting for anyone to speak up before nodding and standing.

"Alright, then that's it for today," I said before turning to our ever-useful astromech. "Racer, keep tabs on the bars and the skies. Let us know if we get any sudden arrivals."

The short and stout droid gave a warble of confirmation, wheeling to the cockpit with Calima right behind him. Nal and Julus stayed in the lounge while Tatnia, Vaz and Miru headed downstairs to the first deck. I, however, made a beeline for my room. I had a lot of magical learning to do, and there were a handful of things I wanted to get down before we attempted to steal the ship, whichever one ended up landing for shore leave.

I spent two hours improving the efficiency and power of my Destruction spells, increasing their effectiveness slightly and cutting their mana cost a not insignificant amount, before taking a break and walking around the ship. After chatting with Miru, who was also taking a break from her own preparations, I headed right back up to my room and got to work on my Restoration magic, working hard to get the slight bump in effectiveness and the more significant increase in efficiency. By the time I finished that, it was almost time to sleep, so I spent an hour meditating and internally circulating my mana, heading right to bed when I was done.

The following day was much of the same until Tatnia and I left the Chariot shopping for a shuttle. I had to admit it was a bit surreal to be doing the same thing we were doing before we got snagged. I was a bit on edge, as was Tatnia, but neither of us was anywhere as concerned as Miru was. The young Twi'lek had stopped just short of asking us not to go, but instead insisted that we keep in near constant contact, even though she and Nal would be just as busy.

It took a few stops to find the kind of shuttle we were looking for, mostly because the selection was so much smaller than before. Most of the places we visited were selling land and air speeders and just happened to have a shuttle or two. The first five didn't have anything worth buying. It wasn't until the sixth stop that we finally found what we were looking for.

The shuttle had enough room for a pilot, a bit of cargo, and eight people to ride comfortably. It could fit about twice that many if people were willing to stand and use the hand grips attached to the ceiling. It was armed with a central dorsal medium laser cannon, which should just barely be capable of taking down starfighters. There were also two slightly heavier cannons under the cockpit. There was no hyperdrive, but the ship could maneuver and hit descent speeds for its size. The double-sided airlock entryway on both sides of the ship meant it could dock with most ships. It wasn't nearly as capable of a shuttle as the Dark Blade, but the fact that it could land in the Chariots hangar bay made it infinitely more flexible and useful.

It was also a CEC design, meaning there were a thousand and one upgrades available to us if we wanted to improve it. Tatnia was already looking at ways to make it harder to pick up on scanners.

"I hate to say it, but I really think we might end up selling the Blade," I said as we walked around and kicked the metaphorical tires on the shuttle. "We would need to hire a dedicated crew for it, which wouldn't be able to live on it. Plus, while it outclasses just about any shuttle its size, it's not fast enough to act as a starfighter or heavy classed enough to act as a full member of the fleet."

"It is a bit pointless to have a ship dedicated to being a shuttle… but not use it as a shuttle," Tatnia said, agreeing reluctantly. "If it was smaller, we could keep it locked to the bottom of the Chariot for easy access, but emergency docking ports aren't rated for frequent use. It sucks to give away such a well-made ship, but we would get a chunk of credits for it. Probably around a hundred and fifty thousand, and that's with a friendly discount."

"Damn, that's a whole 'nother ship, one that could actually function as part of the fleet…" I said with a whistle, leaning my head from side to side, weighing my options. "It would also pay for some major upgrades to the Chariot."

After a few minutes inspecting the shuttle, we decided to buy it, even though its CEC label meant we would most likely be paying an extra two, maybe three thousand credits. It fit what we were looking for way too well to pass up, plus I liked the appeal of being able to upgrade it later down the line.

A quick transfer of twenty thousand credits and a less quick refuel and installation of the shuttles power core, and we had ourselves a functioning shuttle. Tatnia climbed into the pilot's seat and started going over everything, eventually starting her up and lifting away from the sales yard.

We headed straight for the landing pad, the shuttle making quick work of the distance. As we approached, I commed Nal to open up the port hangar bay, as I knew the starboard would now be full, even with the Arrow stored along the mainline cargo space. It was a bit tight, but eventually, Tatnia guided the ship into open space, landing on the deck with a subtle thud. I stood up from my seat and made my way to the docking airlock, opening them both and stepping out onto the hangar bay deck.

"What do you think?" I asked Nal and Miru, who were waiting by the large cargo bay doors that entered into the hangar. "It was a bit more than I wanted to spend, but it's hard to beat CEC upgradability."

"A tight fit," Nal commented as Miru blew past me to see the interior.

"Should be enough room to work on it… Right Miru?" I said, calling out to our mechanic at the end.

"Yeah, it's at least a meter on top, that's more than enough room," She commented, peeking out the airlock. "It looks good, how much was it?"

"Twenty thousand," I said, getting an appreciative nod from Nal and Miru, the latter disappearing back inside. "Tatnia did most of the negotiating."

Nal chuckled and followed Miru inside, stepping to the side to let Tatnia step out. After ten minutes or so, Miru came walking back out and shrugged.

"The usual problems look okay, but I'm gonna assign Leddy and another repair droid to do a deep inspection," She explained, turning back to the ship. "I want it fully tested before anyone takes it out of the atmosphere."

"And the Head Engineer has spoken," I said, Miru blushing slightly, opening her mouth to apologize, but I beat her to it. "I'm not teasing you, Miru, you do get the final say on stuff like this."

The young mechanic nodded in agreement but turned away to hide her smile. She promptly left, headed to the cargo hold. The rest of us followed her out, but headed up to the second deck instead. After a quick snack, I made my way to my room, once again putting my nose to the grindstone. I had one more set of improvements I wanted to get through before our mission started, and I had no idea how much time I had. I did my best to push through a few more improvements as quickly as possible, working hard to work them into my spell casting so they would be ready.

Two and a half hours later, I left my room, finished learning for the day, and headed to the lounge. Vaz and Julus were there already, eating and talking. I grabbed my own meal and sat down with them.

"I'm just surprised you recognized them on sight," Julus was saying, accepting one of his blaster pistols back from Vaz, who was handing it to him, butt first. "I know they are pretty rare."

"They are much more common among the Mandalorians," She explained, Julus's jaw dropping as she explained. "My father carried a single Westar-35 pistol. They were made by a Mandalorian company."

"I… Really?" He asked, looking down at the pistol as if seeing it for the first time. "I… didn't know that."

"I thought that Mandalorians used a different weapon, the cylindrical one with a slightly wider tip and the skeletonized grip."

"...You may be referring to the Westar-34, the predecessor to the 35," Vaz said after thinking for a moment. "I preferred the 35, as it has a larger power cell."

"Wait, wait, back up!" Julus said. "Can we get back to the part about my dad using weapons that Mandalorians use?"

"They are rare outside of Mandalorian circles, but not unheard of," Vaz explained. "It is not like beskar, which would have meant he was a Mandalorian, or killed a Mandalorian and took it. While I may have missed the sense of ownership over such a metal, many did not."

"So you wouldn't care if I managed to get us some beskar armor?" I said, catching Vaz's full attention. "Probably won't be until after we have the new ship set up and manned…"

"How would you manage to achieve that?" She asked, looking skeptical. "After the Great Purge of Mandalore it became nearly impossible to find."

"I have access to a spell that lets me turn one metal into another," I explained, ignoring Julus's wide eyes and hanging jaw. "It functions in a way that making money from it is nearly impossible, essentially burning off mass when converting cheap, easily accessed metal, resulting in a comparably small amount of the metal you're creating. It also only works with one type of metal at a time, so using scrap would also be difficult. But if I wanted beskar plating for protection, I would happily buy ten thousand credits worth of metal and convert it into armor plating for everyone… or just chest plates if it's more expensive than that."

Vaz was silent for a long moment, digesting what I had said. After a while, she leaned forward, a frown on her face.

"I do not know enough about Mandalorian history and culture to consider myself one," She admitted, still frowning. "I would not even be able to find any of the coverts that are hidden around the Galaxy. I know that most Mandalorians would fervently demand that any beskar be returned to them, as they consider it theirs. As most of it was stolen from them by the Empire… I find myself agreeing. On the other hand… any that you... create would not be the beskar that was stolen from them, you would be creating it from other metals… I would have no issue with it besides the attention it might bring. I doubt a Mandalorian would believe you if you explained you created the beskar with magic."

"Well… it's a bridge we won't have to cross for a while," I explained. "I would need a sample of the metal first, and I would have to learn the spell. I have a lead on where we might be able to find some beskar samples, but it's going to be a minute before we can go there."

"Something for the future, then," She responded, and I nodded in agreement.

"Something for the future."

I was about to take another bite of my food when a long series of whistles, warbles, and intense beeps echoed from the cockpit. All three of us turned to look as Racer quickly rolled out into the lounge, still beeping and whistling. I shared a look with Vaz before turning back to Racer.

"I'm guessing the ship is landing?" I asked, getting a long excited whistle in return. "Which one is it?"

Instead of whistling, he activated his holoprojector, showing off a diagram of the Retrofitted Consular-class. It rotated a bit before winking out, Racers' holoprojector going dark.

"Alright, looks like we have a target," I said with a nod. "Even better, it's the one we have a map for. With any luck, we will be gone before the sun rises tomorrow with the beginnings of a fleet."

I could see that Vaz was excited, ready for the challenge that lay ahead, and I found myself just as excited. Racer let out another series of whistles before rolling back into the cockpit.

".... Could we please get back to the part where my dad might have been a Mandalorian?" Julus asked again after a long pause.
 
Get ahold of a Mandalorian Clan in good standing, explain the cost of making Beskar and then offer to make and sell Beskar Armor Plates (or ingots) to them at cost, or at a very small markup in exchange for their backing among Mandalorians. They likely have a way for people not of the Clan, but under their protection/with their backing to show the Clan Symbol so other Mandalorians know to hold off targeting them.
 
Chapter 59
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It took four hours for Racer to spot the frequent fliers settling into the bars around the Imperial base, all of them almost immediately imbibing in alcohol. I couldn't help but smirk as they all showed every sign of being out for a long night.

The Chariot was a whirlwind of activity as everyone got prepared. Even Calima, the only one who was staying behind, had plenty to get ready. As quickly as possible, we got dressed and piled into the new shuttle, Miru hopping into the pilot's seat.

With everyone seated and our cargo locked in, Miru pulled the shuttle out of the hangar and flew away from the Chariot, heading for a location we had picked out earlier in the day. After about ten minutes of flying, we landed in a mostly empty lot, one that was hidden from view by multiple abandoned buildings.

"Alright, everyone, this is it. Our plan is flexible, but that doesn't mean it's perfect. Let's keep it simple, and if anything goes wrong, make sure you stick together," I said, everyone nodding in agreement as I looked at the cockpit. "Miru, let us know when you're back at the Chariot and ready for your part."

"Alright, Boss, good luck!"

I nodded and leaned down, grabbing the shiny stormtrooper helmet beside my feet, quickly pulling it down over my head, and twisting it on securely. The armor wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to wear, but I wasn't about to let the chance to use the suits we found in the Dark Blade go to waste. Once my disguise was complete, I looked around. Julus and Tatnia were also pulling on their helmets while Nal and Vaz offloaded the now hovering cargo container we had brought with us. Vaz was dressed in her new armor, looking very impressive.

Once everything and everyone was offloaded, I waved to Miru from outside the shuttle. The young mechanic quickly lifted the shuttle off of the ground and flew away, heading back to the Chariot. We waited for several minutes until my comm unit buzzed in the utility belt around my hips.

"I'm ready, boss! Dummy is in position and waiting for my command!" She said excitedly. "It's your turn."

"Alright, Miru, hold tight. It's going to be about ten minutes," I responded before tucking my com back into my belt. "Okay, everyone, we are all set. Nal, Vaz, put on your restraints and let's go."

Nal and Vaz nodded, pulling out their purposely broken restraints and fixing them around their wrist. The cut and modified cuffs wouldn't pass a close inspection, but if it got to that point, it was already too late to play pretend anyway. When Nal and Vaz signaled that they were ready, Julus, Tatnia, and I hefted our standard stormtrooper E-11 blasters and took up position around them, with Tatnia and I on either side of the two "prisoners" and Julus guiding the crate of "contraband" from behind us.

We exited the secluded and abandoned area, making our way through back alleys and mostly empty streets. It was clear that even with this planet's tiny Imperial presence, people were at least passingly familiar with good old-fashioned Empire justice because anyone we came across immediately looked away from us or turned around and ran away.

It took us just over ten minutes to reach the base, having been dropped off a reasonable distance away, primarily so that we wouldn't immediately be connected to the landing shuttle. The security checkpoint at the front entrance of the base immediately came to attention as we got closer.

"Trooper! What is going on?" Asked a uniformed man as we got within speaking distance. "Who are they, and what is your designation?"

"Trooper TK-421 reporting, sir," I said, standing up at attention, surreptitiously tapping my comm three times to signal Miru. "We apprehended this scum attempting to smuggle weapons aboard a commercial vessel, sir."

"Really? And what were you doing off base, unaccompanied by an Officer?" The man asked. "And where is the rest of your squad? Standard Protocol dictates no less than five Troopers for missions outside control sections of an Imperial planet, who…"

The man trailed off, eyes focused slightly above me. After a moment, his eyes went wide, and he scrambled to reach for a comm unit of his own, pulling it up to his mouth.

"Emergency, emergency! Incoming unknown vehicle, due north! Repeat-"

The air speeder the man had spotted, moving at a pace that was definitely in danger of burning out its repulsorlifts, whipped by the checkpoint building and disappeared over the exterior wall of the military base. While they had no way of knowing, the recently stolen vehicle had spent quite a bit of time inside the Chariots hangar bay. The unassuming civilian air speeder was being piloted by a B1 battle droid, nicknamed Dummy, whose processors had been cored out by Miru, leaving it with one final suicide mission. All four back seats, as well as the passenger seat, had been torn out and replaced with five barrels of ship fuel, and the extracted explosive components of the tri-fighter missiles Miru scavenged from the raindrops.

Blasts of laser fire flew out over the city as the base's defenses tried to take the speeder down, each shot going wide. Barely a moment passed after the air speeder disappeared over the wall from our perspective when a massive explosion resonated over us. It was followed by a fireball so massive that we could see the light it cast on the buildings behind us, despite being on the other side of a three or four-meter tall wall.

The lighting inside the checkpoint security room flickered and dimmed before returning to normal, while the officer who had been questioning us looked pale. For a moment he froze, before looking back at us.

"Get inside!" He barked, all of us quickly stepping inside before he slapped his hand on something. The doors behind us slammed shut, sealing us in the military base. "Stow your charge in the cells, then report to your commanding officer!"

He turned back to the few soldiers and staff inside his space, barking orders and seemingly already putting us out of his mind. We left quickly, making our way deeper into the base. Already the compound was buzzing, with dozens and dozens of people rushing back and forth, most of the attention focused on the turbolaser building, which now billowed smoke from a large crater. The B1 had done its job, taking the large, powerful turret out of commission.

We moved as quickly as possible, the chaos giving us ample reason to move fast and not arouse suspicion, though the presence of Nal and Vaz did draw a few eyes. For some distance, we took at least partial cover behind the large garage and warehouse building that ran along one edge of the base. Once the cover of the garage fell behind us, we angled directly towards the ship.

As we got closer to our target, I could see that the boarding ramp was down. With a burst of speed, we quickly closed the final distance, heading under the front of the ship and looking up into it from the base of the main walkway inside. Standing there was a single person, dressed in the basic Imperial navy garb, holding his hat in his hand.

"What's going on out there?" He called. "I was just finishing fixing the commander's climate controls when-"

"The base is under attack," I said, cutting him off and climbing up the bridge to the first deck. "We are commandeering the ship to hold these prisoners until everything is cleared up. What's your name, soldier?"

"Umm I'm T- oh, Uh Ensign Tarsi, Sir," He said, nervously twisting his cap as he looked back down the ramp.

"Right, well sorry about this Ensign Tarsi," I said, before raising my blaster and pulling the trigger, a blue wave of a stun bolt washing over him. "I know how much those things hurt."

Even as the nervous ensign collapsed backward, slumping down to the ground, I turned back to the rest of the crew, pulling out my comm and connected to Miru.

"We are on board, Miru. Your B1 bomb worked perfectly," I said, smiling as I could hear the young genius cheering. "We will start clearing decks soon. I'll get back in contact when we are done."

Another confirmation from the young Twi'lek and I stowed my comm unit, giving the rest of the crew a once over. Vas and Nal were already out of their fake restraints and were in the process of arming up, while Julus and Tatnia tipped over the cargo crate, letting Racer wheel out of it with a soft whistle.

"Alright, guys, we need a room-by-room sweep. Tatnia, Julus, and Nal, you get the first and second decks. Vaz and Racer, you're with me. We are bum-rushing the third and fourth decks," I said, mostly rehashing the already discussed plan. "Give us a thirty-second head start."

When I was done, everyone nodded while I turned to the turbolift, with Racer wheeling in first, Vaz and I stepping in after him. As the doors closed, I summoned my armor around me, marveling at how little energy it took to fully charge it. We stepped out of the turbolift on the third deck and immediately moved forward, Racer following behind and taking cover by a corner while Vaz and I went door to door, checking every single one, clearing a series of six bedrooms, a refresher room, and a lounge, before turning around and rushing back to the turbolift, since the one at the far end of the third floor only went down.

Racer was waiting for us in the turbolift, Vaz and I quickly climbed in as well, tapping the controls and ascending to the fourth deck.

When the turbolift opened, we were immediately greeted by a barrage of blaster fire, three bolts pinging off my armor before I could raise a Steadfast Ward up to start blocking them. Several more bolts ricochet off my projected shield before both Vaz and I opened fire. The small space was lit up by back-and-forth laser fire, before we finally managed to take down the three imperial soldiers who had taken cover inside the bridge lounge. The second the last one went down, I rushed forward, jumping over a corpse and blasting a fifth soldier hidden behind a control system in the next room.

I kept moving, finally opening the door to the main cockpit and stepping in, lining up a shot on whatever commanding officer had been on board. Seeing me line up my shot he reached down to his hip for his blaster, but he was dead long before he could reach it. Unfortunately, as I stepped further into the cockpit, I could see he had accomplished his mission, at least partially, the ship's systems locked down. Thankfully, we had someone who could fix that.

"Racer! It's all clear!" I called back down the hallway, watching as Vaz pushed a body out of the way for the upgraded astromech.

Racer joined me in the cockpit and immediately headed for a scomp link near where the officer had been standing. He linked in quickly, his access plug spinning as he did his own magic. After a few seconds, he turned and used his holoprojector to display a timer, with eight minutes and thirty-five seconds remaining.

"Fuck, longer than I was hoping…. Okay, We will buy you some time," I said before turning to Vaz and nodding back down the hall. "C'mon, we need to get ready in case someone comes poking around."

We quickly made our way back through the ship, double-checking everything was clear as we went, eventually arriving back at the boarding ramp, the other three already there and waiting for us. Julus was nursing a mark on his torso, with melted armor and a burn mark peeking out from behind his hand.

"How did it go?" I asked, walking to my injured crew member and dumping a Healing Hands into him, the younger man sighing in relief.

"Only resistance was in the barracks," Nal explained. "Stormtrooper armor bought us enough time to get in before they opened fire."

"They didn't last long, though. They weren't exactly expecting anything," Tatnia pointed out. "Julus just got unlucky."

"That's why I want some good armor for everyone," I said, finishing off my magicka on the healing. "We weren't fast enough. They managed to lock it down before we arrived. Racer has another seven minutes or so before he can crack the lockdown."

"Interesting, goes against protocol," Nal said. "Officers are supposed to scuttle ships before rebels get their hands on them."

"Let's not look a gift horse in the mouth," I said, rolling my eyes when everyone gave me a weird look for the idiom. "Don't question good fortune. Nal, go up to the top deck and see if you can't get an external view of what's going on, and get ready to fly us out of here. I want to leave the second we can."

The Duros nodded and stepped into the nearby turbolift, disappearing as its doors closed. It took them about a minute to report back that, as far as they could tell, no one was looking our way. We settled in to wait, seconds ticking by extraordinarily slowly. Unfortunately, it wasn't two minutes later that he commed back again.

"A squad of troopers is heading our way," Nal warned, all of us jumping up to our feet. "Thirty seconds!"

All of us moved around, finding cover that gave us a vantage point down the boarding ramp. I motioned for everyone to duck down, just before the six troopers came into view. They paused at the base of the ramp, the first few tilting their heads to see further inside. When they saw nothing suspicious, one of the leading troopers made a gesture and the squad stepped up to come inside. The second I heard their boots hit the ramp, I popped out of my cover, taking aim with my blaster.

"Fire!"

A torrent of blaster bolts fired down the ramp and slapped into troopers. Some of them skimmed off their polished armor, but even more of them drilled in and pierced through. In one short barrage the six troopers were taken down, most of them sliding to the base of the ramp. Just after the last trooper dropped, my comm went off again.

"They heard that, Boss. Most of the smaller turrets swiveled to focus on us," Nal said. Racer needs two more minutes. More troops incoming."

"Alright, get ready, everyone," I said, looking around. "We have two minutes! I-"

Before I could even finish, a troop transport swerved around into view about ten meters from the ship, too fast for Nal to warn us about. More stormtroopers poured out of the vehicle, taking cover behind the armored speeder. We opened fire immediately, but our blaster bolts only bounced off harmlessly.

"Dammit, we need to hit that thing before they open up with their cannons!" I said, pointing out the transporter's heavier armaments, only to watch as the dorsal turret swiveled to focus on us.

"EVERYONE GET-"

My orders were cut off by a barrage of laser fire, a volley that hammered into the transport speeder. For a second it did nothing, splashing over the armor and leaving small black indents. Then the spray tightened and focused on the domed turret on the top of the speeder, dialing in and hammering the same spot, unloading a barrage that dug into the armor. It glowed, sagged and failed, the blue laser fire punching through the turret, which exploded with enough force to cave in the vehicle's roof.

I turned to see Vaz, hefting a familiar-looking minigun-esque weapon, a dangerous smile on her lips, and the barrels of her weapon smoking from use. Behind her, I could see Ensign Tarsi, looking extremely conflicted, with his fingers in his ears, holding a spare power pack for the large weapon Vaz was firing.

"Huh… looks like we managed to find you your heavy weapon after all," I said, getting a snort from the armored humanoid.
 
Still sad that the Z-6 won the vote for Vaz's weapon (I think it's both overused and generally a badly designed weapon), but a good chapter nonetheless. The fleet grows: now they just need another 10 people to help fly the Consular lol
 
Chapter 60
Before any of us could really do anything, Nal buzzed me through my comm unit.

"Boss, Racer has completed his slice," He said quickly. "I am taking off immediately. Please send Tatnia up to assist!"

I looked over at Tatnia, who nodded and rushed to the turbo lift without a word. As she disappeared behind the closing doors, I turned to everyone else.

"Get to a turret control room," I said. "It's only a matter of time before-"

The ship rocked, and the sound of a blaster cannon being fired echoed up and in through the now-closing ramp.

"That happens! Go, we need to take those turrets down!"

Vaz and Julus nodded and ran to the closest turret station, which were down the hall from the main cargo hold. I turned to Tarsi and pointed to the turbolift.

"You're with me," I said, getting a nervous nod in response. "Let's go."

We rode the turbo lift I commed Calima, telling her we would be pulling off from the Imperial base shortly. She confirmed she would be ready to follow us up and that the Chariot was in the clear as far as she could see. As I hung up the comm and stepped out of the turbolift, our ship rocked again, this time followed by Julus and Vaz returning fire.

"So… why did you help?" I asked as I ran towards the turret control room, passing by the barracks and the small meeting room before finally dropping down into the turret control seat.

The gunner station looked plenty different from what was on the Chariot, but CES's obsession with keeping their systems similar and accessible meant I recognized enough to activate the station, swivel the turret I was controlling, and fire a burst of lasers at a turret.

"I… don't know," He admitted. "I… It just felt right."

I fired another blast, even as the ship slowly lifted off the ground, Nal and Tatnia getting us going. The turret I was aiming for exploded, leaving a crater in the roof it had been mounted to. A readout along my left informed me we were down to thirty-five percent shields.

"I'm gonna need a little more than that," I said, looking at him from the corner of my eye. "What kind of feeling?"

"I just… I'm… The thing is… It's a long story," He tried to explain, nervously gripping his cap again. "I didn't join the Empire because I believed in the holovids, you know?"

As I listened, I could see us getting further and further off the ground through my screen, the turrets still firing on us, blasts of energy slamming into our shield and whipping by us. The shields dropped a bit more, but the ineffectual laser fire stopped after about twenty seconds of flying. We kept on putting more distance between us and the base.

"So why did you join then?" I asked as I swiveled the cannon around, now focusing forward.

"I… I like fixing stuff. And my planet sucked. My family sucked," He said, adding the last bit quietly. "I thought I could do my service, learn a bit more about ships, maybe leave and get dropped off somewhere like Coruscant and get a job as a mechanic or something…"

As I listened, the curvature of the watery, ocean-logged planet started to appear. I couldn't resist the urge to shift the view of the turret so I could watch. Eventually, I spotted the Talos Chariot cutting out from the atmosphere to meet us. Before they could get close, Nal messaged me again.

"Sensors are picking up the Guardian-class ships, Boss, but they are too far away to do any damage before we can jump…" He trailed off, pausing for a moment. "They just deployed their TIE fighters. They will intercept in thirty seconds."

I swiveled my turret view, scanning around momentarily before a ping went off, and the incoming starfighters suddenly lit up on my screen. They read as friendlies to the computer, which was good news for us because they were feeding us telemetry. Vaz, Julus, and I fired at the incoming starfighters, forcing them to juke and dodge, which slowed them down considerably. Vaz even managed to take one out, the shieldless starfighter exploding in a ball of fire.

As the last three remaining TIE fighters got closer, the aft quad laser cannon, which was smaller but much better equipped to handle starfighters, opened fire, slicing into and destroying a second TIE fighter. Then, before anyone else could even react, the Chariots raindrops came in screaming around our starboard, catching the last two TIE fighters off guard and completely annihilating them in short order.

The droid starfighters made a lazy loop around us before meeting back up to the Chariot, the smaller ship slowing down slightly to let the starfighter connect to their undercarriage. Nal and Tatnia used that to catch up as we put even more distance between us and the planet.

A few moments later, we jumped to lightspeed, leaving the planet behind.

I slumped back in my seat as the targeting screen went blank, the jump to lightspeed automatically locking down the weapon systems. I took a long breath, letting it out after a small pause.

We had done it. We had managed to pull off a pretty impressive heist with minimal issues. There were a few tense moments and some... interesting developments, but that was to be expected. In fact, if I hadn;t called the Chariot up to leave with us, I doubt it would have been connected to the heist. I didn't regret playing it safe, not when the two Guardians could have shown up anywhere. Besides, we were on a timer, so doing anything else would be dangerously overreaching, especially after snagging such an impressive addition to the fleet.

And wasn't that an interesting feeling, knowing that we were now a fleet. Sure, we were a severely understaffed fleet, but we were a fleet nonetheless. Our next task would be finding more crew to staff this ship. I also wanted soldiers, boots-on-the-ground types who could fight with us. I knew the rebellion would provide as many soldiers as we needed, but I wanted at least some working directly for me. I needed to know I had at least some backup if we went our separate ways.

"Umm… you're not going to kill me… are you?" Tarsi asked as I stood from my chair and stretched. "You're rebels, right? Part of the Rebellion? The holovids say you're all savages, but-"

"We aren't part of the rebellion quite yet, but that's a bit complicated," I said, shaking my head. "But no, I'm not going to kill you. Not after you helped us out. You haven't told me why you helped us."

"You stunned me," He responded. "You didn't have to, you could have shot me. And you apologized for it."

"Yeah, I know it sucks."

"So… What's going to happen then?" He asked, waiting nervously for me to respond.

"What's going to happen is you're going to behave yourself," I said, pinning him with a stare. "We are on our way somewhere to settle down, go over the ship, and discuss our next step. When we do, we will discuss what happens to you. Most likely, you're gonna get dropped off somewhere in the Rim. Until then, you're going to sit in a room and wait. Understood?"

He nodded near frantically before wordlessly following me back down to the first deck, to one of the larger bedrooms. He stepped inside and sat down on the edge of the bed, before I closed the door with a tap on the control panel. I pulled out my com and connected to Nal.

"Nal, can you look over your shoulder and ask Racer if he could seal the first big bedroom on the first deck? I asked. "Or at least keep track if the door is opened?"

"Sure, Boss."

A few seconds later, the light next to the door went yellow, and blinked twice before going red. I thanked Nal before returning to the main cargo hold, where Vaz and Julus were waiting.

"So, what's his deal?" Julus asked.

"Signed up for the benefits, said it felt like the right thing to do," I answered, shaking my head. "I'm giving him some slack since he helped, but stay on your toes if he decides to try and strangle us with it."

"I do not believe he will," Vaz said, sounding confident. "I believe he wanted to help."

"Random people stealing a ship?" I asked with a raised eyebrow before waving my hand. "It doesn't matter. We can have this conversation later. For now, I want to start cleaning up. I want the bodies in the airlock so we can dump them when we drop out of hyperspace."

Together, the three of us and a Flame Atronach I conjured started cleaning up the bodies. The magick construct was obviously confused at first, but I managed to finagle some directions to get it to carry a body we handed to it, the mostly brainless construct following behind us. Once we had the barracks cleared, we cleared the fourth deck, pausing to talk to Nal and Tatnia.

"Any issues?" I asked as I patted down the officer I had killed earlier, pulling out a small datapad, a comm unit, and a side arm.

"None so far, Boss. The ship is in good condition," Nal responded. "The engineer station down the hall was clean last time we checked."

"Alright, good," I commented with a nod before looking around. "There's a lot more crew stations than the Chariot. Way more than I would have expected."

"Imperials like to spread out responsibility," Nal explained. "This ship is also old. Effective, but old."

"Fair enough, I guess," I said with a frown, grabbing the dead Imperial officer and lifting them over my shoulder. "Comm me if anything changes."

With the bodies taken care of, all that was left to do was wait. Rather than just sit around, we passed the time by exploring the ship in a bit more detail, going room by room to check everything out. We had plenty of time, so we started at the first deck, which included the main cargo hold as well as several sleeping quarters. We skipped the one that Tarsi was in.

The cargo hold didn't have any surprises, filled with mostly food and some repair materials, though there wasn't much. I assumed that the close proximity to the planet meant they weren't particularly worried about making major repairs while on patrol.

It was also apparent that most of the non-crew beds were not being used. The forward escape pod, the massive one that made up the cone shape of the fore, was almost entirely unused, as were three of the larger midline rooms. As we searched, we piled up quite a bit of junk, which was carried to the main cargo bay for easy disposal.

The second deck was much more populated and heavily used, revealing quite a few more useful things. There were three more storage rooms, one of which was filled entirely with shelf-stable food rations, another with a few more parts for the ships and misc materials. The workshop was well equipped, with plenty of tools, all in good shape. I was pleasantly surprised to find a protocol droid and two repair droids tucked into a room that looked to be specifically for droid storage. All three of them had restraining bolts on them, but I left them depowered anyway.

The finds kept coming as we made our way through the ship, eventually stopping at the barracks. Only four troopers were on board when we attacked, but it looked like six were usually on board when the ship was on patrol. There were six standard sets of stormtrooper armor, as well as their weapons, equipment, and side arms. Between the armor from the Blade and what we had just found, we now had eleven sets of stormtrooper armor, though the one Julus used was damaged.

We continued going through the ship, eventually finishing our search by sitting in the bridge lounge, just down the hall from where Nal and Tatnia were keeping an eye on the ship's systems. There, we went over everything we had found, including the total of five hundred credit ingots.

Eventually, we made our way back down to the barracks, mostly because there were empty containers for stormtrooper gear, and I wanted out of the set I was wearing. I had ditched the helmet a while ago, but the rest of the outfit was just as bad. Once I was back down to my civies we decided to crack into the food stores and try the Imperial rations. Vaz had no issue, easily eating hers without complaint, while Julus and I struggled.

"This… they make their own people eat this?" I asked, lifting up a green glob of food with a fork before letting it plop back down. "We are going to have to throw all of the food away. I won't force anyone to have to eat this."

"There may be some specifically for the officers," Vaz pointed out. "We did grab the first ones we could see."

"Idiots," I said, shaking my head. "I would have mutineed if I was forced to eat this while the officer was eating good food."

"It's how the world works," Julus said, pausing for a moment before correcting himself. "Well, it's how most of the world works."

I managed to finish about half of the ration, throwing the rest away, Julus quickly following suit. Vaz volunteered to bring food up to Nal and Tatnia, stepping into the aft turbolift and disappearing behind the closed doors. Julus and I continued to familiarize ourselves with the ship before settling back into the lounge. I almost immediately shut down, my body realizing all at once that I had been up for way too long, working way too hard. I barely had enough energy to make my way to one of the empty rooms before I passed out.

Eventually, about seven hours after I had passed out in the comfortable luxury bed, Vaz woke me up and said we were about to drop out of lightspeed. I nodded and quickly headed to the cockpit, arriving just in time to see the light show end and a familiar planet appear before us.

When the decision to steal a ship had been reached, Miru had been very emphatic that she wanted to go over every inch of it herself before we started hiring people to crew it. So, rather than try and do that in space, we agreed that finding someplace to land would be our best bet. After a bit of debating, we settled on the small, unnamed planet with a now empty, stripped-bare, and abandoned CIS base.

"Anything showing up on the scanners?" I asked Tatnia as I leaned on her seat.

"No, the planet is empty," She responded. "Atmosphere still sucks, though, so back to wearing masks outside."

I couldn't help but groan as we watched the Talos chariot pull ahead and head down into the planet's atmosphere.
 
The one good thing about a CIS base is that at least some of the computerized systems would still be present even if stripped down.

That newly pirated ship though -- they're going to have to indulge a lot the CIS mentality for droid automation if they want to get even a tenth of its utility out of it, given their crew sizes.

Maybe use a hybrid model. Non-invasive neural interfaces are a known technology to the Empire. The Imperials used them for fighter pilots but mostly abandoned the tech because it overwhelmed the pilots with sensory overload. So don't do that. Instead, install central control computer as an overseer for the ship's maintenance and operations droids and use neural interface chairs to give the limited organic personnel oversight over the overseer.

Use different droid control computers for different central tasks and a neural chair for each, and basically all you need is a captain, an engineer, a navigator, a gunner, and a CAG.

That's not the full automation of the CIS but it does drastically limit the total crew contingent required to keep the ship at high levels of function, as all decisions involve actual organic individuals, albeit the actual task execution is still done by a droid-controller'd droid.
 
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Chapter 61
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It took us about fifteen minutes to locate the abandoned and stripped-clean CIS base again, then another five to land both ships down onto it. We emptied out our airlock, letting the Imperial corpses burn up in the atmosphere as we made our way around the planet. The landing pad outside the hangars was big enough for both of our ships, but we parked close together so equipment could be more easily transferred between the two. Upon touching down, we exited the new ship, meeting Miru as she lowered the repair droid crew down on the cargo lift of the Chariot. She waved as the Leddy led the repair droids to the Consular-class ship.

"Nice job, Boss!" She called out as she got closer, her voice partially muffled by her mask. "That went a lot better than expected."

"It was a little close at the end, but we made it through," I agreed with a nod. "Not gonna feel completely satisfied until we can confirm that there aren't any trackers on it, though."

"That's our first task, Boss," The young Twi'lek agreed. "How does it look on the inside?"

"In good condition as far as I can tell," I responded. "There are three droids in their droid bay: two repair droids and a protocol droid. I want Racer to go over them byte by byte before we even think about turning them on."

"I agree, the Empire does all sorts of messy things to their droids," Miru added, nodding in agreement. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, get the droids going and then head to the second deck lounge. I want to have a meeting and discuss the heist and what we do next."

"Sure thing, Boss!"

As Miru jogged back to her repair droid team, I made my way into the Chariot, finding Calima and informing her of the meeting as well. About ten minutes later, I had Racer unseal Tarsi's room. The door opened to reveal the young Ensign lying on the bed. He quickly sat up and stood, almost standing at attention before visibly restraining himself.

"C'mon, that meeting I talked about is starting," I said, the nervous ex-imperial nodding and following behind me as I led him to the second deck lounge.

As I walked into the relatively open space, most of the crew simply nodded at the additional person. Calima was the only one completely caught off guard, as no one had told her what was happening.

"Alright, everyone, this is Tarsi. He was on board when we first took the ship, and later, instead of leaving or attacking us, he helped us fight off the rest of the Imperials," I explained. "Because of that, and I'm not about to start killing off unarmed and non-hostile people because it would be a bit easier, we need to figure out what we are going to do with him."

"Umm… could I…?" The nervous engineer started to say, looking at me and stepping closer when I gestured him forward. "So my name is Pola Tarsi. I grew up on Ruan, an Agriworld. I joined the Imperial Navy because… well, I was hoping to gain some experience fixing things other than labor droids and harvesters. I… I wish I had never left, but… when you join, you join for life…"

The young naval engineer seemed to grow distant for a moment before shaking his head and focusing on the moment.

"Before you discuss what happens next… I need to get something off my chest. I… I was using you to fake my own death," He admitted, sounding apologetic. "If the Empire thinks I'm dead, my family back home will get a small payout, but more importantly, they won't be punished for me… for me going AWOL."

From where I was standing, I could see Nal and Tatnia nodding in understanding, the former leaning back, a barely noticeable tension seeming to fade away. I had to admit, it was a much more believable reason for sticking with us than "it felt like the right thing to do."

"I hated working for the Empire. They lied every step of the way during training, but all that stops when you leave the academy. The Empire is bad. You can see it in everything they do. The rules are cruel, and the standard procedures are mean. Even the things we were shown as positives, like seeing the galaxy and protecting people, it exists on a layer of cruelty and… twisted corruption that-"

He suddenly stopped and took a deep breath, letting it out after a moment, a bit more calm.

"Well… If playing alibi for someone looking to escape the Empire is the cost of you getting that gun for Vaz, I'd say it was money well spent," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "I think once we are done here, we could spare a trip to an Outer Rim world for you to hide out at."

"Thank you… I can pull my weight in the meantime… I'm not sure how…"

Pola sat down on a couch by himself, still clutching at his hat, which was now a wrinkled and twisted mess. When Pola sat down, I turned to face the rest of the crew, smiling big.

"Alright everyone, that was fantastically done. I'm not sure how that could have gone any better, if I'm honest," I admitted. "You should all be thrilled with your performances. In one day, we more than doubled the strength of our fleet."

"Assuming we can staff it," Nal pointed out, and I nodded.

"That is definitely on the list of things to get done after we are done here," I admitted, pointing to the Duros. "I think that we focus on hiring enough people to fill the crew, which is what, ten people? Then, when we join up, we can ask the rebels to provide the strike team. Basically, if we have to go our separate ways for any unforeseen reason, I don't want there to be any issues with us packing up and leaving."

"How will… we pay for these new crew members?" Calima asked. "And how will we continue to make money once we join the Rebellion? While I will enjoy… fighting the Empire, I would still like to make some money."

"At first, I think we will sell the Dark Blade since it really doesn't have a place in our fleet quite yet, and having a big chunk of credits on hand will be very useful," I explained, getting a few nods of understanding in return. "I want to invest a significant portion of that money upgrading the Chariot and this ship, up to two-thirds of it. Past that, I think we can negotiate a way to keep ourselves funded, even if it's claiming a portion of the equipment salvaged from our missions."

"Are you sure they will let us do that?" Miru asked.

"No, but I think there is a significant chance that when they see this ship, their first question will be if we can get them more," I pointed out. "They desperately need ships, and if we can prove that we are a steady source of them, I don't think they will argue if we add the caveat that they slip us some extra funding. I also… have a few ideas on how to make some more money, one of which I want to investigate after we finish here."

The crew nodded along, accepting the circumspect talk because of Pola, who looked interested but understanding of the secrecy.

We continued to discuss our options and eventually settled on a general schedule. We would spend around two days at the CIS base, letting the repair droids and Miru go over every inch of the ship. We would then head for Point Thirteen to drop off the yet-to-be-renamed Consular-class. On the way, we would contact Nevue to see if he would be interested in buying the Blade.

Assuming he was, we would make a trade before heading off to do some shopping, which was also when we would drop Pola off somewhere. Nal and Tatnia assured me that if we were willing to pay out a couple extra thousand credits and wait an extra few days, we could get whatever we needed delivered to whatever Outer Rim world we wanted. That meant we could pick up our upgrades and drop off Pola at the same place.

We might even be able to do a little recruiting while we are there, depending on where we landed.

Once we had everything we needed, I planned on returning to Point Thirteen, grabbing the Consular-class, and returning to the abandoned CIS base, or maybe some other empty planet, since wearing masks would get annoying. We would then split the crew, leaving most of the people with the Consular-class to help Miru work on the upgrades while we go off to check out if one of my "hunches" would turn out to be profitable.

It was a whole lot of traveling back and forth across the galaxy, but making sure our ships were the best they could be and then some was important enough that I was willing to add quite a few extra steps to the next few weeks. A quick vote showed that the crew agreed on the schedule, so I closed the meeting.

Over the next two days, the crew kept themselves as busy as they could. Miru and repair droids did end up going over the ship from aft to fore, looking under hundreds of panels, peeking inside hatches, and scanning every inch of the ship. Racer spent almost forty-eight hours in a row slicing and analyzing the code for the Clone Wars era ship, looking for anything left behind by Imperial security. He stumbled on a few things, including an automatic hailing program that would connect the ship to Imperial IFF if we got close to any Imperial systems. He also informed us that her ship's name was the Harsh Penance, which Pola apologized for not telling us already. It wasn't nearly as bad as "Dark Blade," but we would definitely be renaming it when we were done upgrading everything.

While Miru and the droids worked on the Penance, most of the remaining crew did light maintenance on whatever other equipment required it. Tatnia did some work on the Arrow, mostly cleaning, while Julus and Vaz cleaned and maintained everyone's weapons and most of the backup weapons. Pola volunteered to do maintenance on the labor droids, which Miru admitted was probably a good idea since she had just given them a basic once-over when we first got them. Pola was very familiar with the droids, having grown up on a farm that employed hundreds of them. Nal agreed to help him, though everyone involved knew it was mostly to keep an eye on the ex-Imperial.

While everyone was working hard, I was sitting in my room for twelve hours straight, two days in a row, working on my magic. My first priority was the process of learning the advanced version of Clairvoyance. It wasn't exactly a new spell. Instead, it was the first spell with a half dozen small additions. It wasn't technically a secondary matrix, but it did help the spell be more open to my inputs and what it was capable of searching for. According to the grimoire, it was only taught after a user was very familiar with the base spell because, without that base mastery, it wouldn't be precise enough to work through the more broad allowances.

That only took a few hours to learn, and I immediately tested it, unable to resist cheering when the illusory arrow snapped to a seemingly random direction as it latched on to what I was imagining in my head. I then spent about half an hour focusing on a few dozen random things, from Luke and Leia to Yoda and Ahsoka. Each time, the arrow pointed off the planet. I did notice that Luke, Leia and Ahsoka seemed to be vaguely in the same part of the galaxy, though honestly, even a minute shift in the arrow could mean entirely different systems.

When I was done learning the next level of Clairvoyance, I spent the rest of the day on Heal Other, which was an equivalent and then upgrade of the Fast Heal spell, but specifically for other people. This would let me heal people in tense situations without having to sit down and hold Healing Hands on them. Because I had already burnt a few hours learning the Clairvoyance upgrade, I resigned myself to a very long and late night, even with my inherent Restoration affinity.

The next day, I tackled another spell, once again secluding myself in my room. I still felt bad that I was essentially sitting on my ass while everyone was outside working, but I did my best to focus on the good what I was learning would do for everyone later.

With another healing spell under my belt, my next priority was defense, meaning Greater Ward was next on my list. I sat down after breakfast with everyone, and everyone was already sleeping when I was finally done. Still, having a more powerful way to protect myself and my crew was worth the all-day, brain-melting process.

I was both excited and terrified of what the expert and master process would be like.
The following day, Miru sat down with me at breakfast and went over everything that she and her droid team had found.

"It's in pretty good shape, especially for its age," She commented, tapping through a hologram that Racer was projecting. "It's relatively new, meaning it was made at the tail end of the Clone Wars, and was retrofitted with more modern systems about three years ago, meaning it's surprisingly up to date. That said, it is still an older ship. The power systems are a little under what they would be optimally for a modern ship this size, though the shield system wouldn't be able to handle much more power regardless. My suggestion is that any upgrades we get focus on those two things first."

"What about the engines?"

"They aren't the fastest, but it's pretty maneuverable for its size. Its hyperdrive is also twice as fast as the Chariots."

"Sounds like we should remember that when upgrading the Chariot," I said, Miru nodding in agreement. "And no signs of a tracker?"

"None," She said confidently. "Racer didn't find anything in the computers, and I didn't find anything inside the ship's guts. Scans came up empty as well. This ship is clean."

"Alright, good enough for me," I said with a smile. "Let's get everything packed away then. The quicker we can get the next few weeks started, the quicker we can get back to it."

We spent the next hour or so getting everyone back together and packing all of Miru's equipment away. Miru also spent a few minutes reviewing Pola's work, which she seemed satisfied with.

"I'm glad you approve," The ex-imperial said, helping a repair droid into its charging station. "Because I'd like to join your crew."

Miru stopped and looked over her shoulder, first at the ex-Imperial, then at me. She shrugged and returned to the labor droid she was checking over, snapping the central chest plate back into place.

"If he works on ships like he does these droids, he is passable, Boss," She said, turning back to me, dusting off her hands. "It's up to you."

"You realize that we are going to fight the Empire directly soon," I explained, turning to face the young man. "This is all in preparation for joining the Rebellion. What happened to wanting to leave so your parents would be safe?"

"Well… I could change my face?" He offered with a shrug. "And I don't have much combat training beyond light gunner experience. I wouldn't be showing my face all that much, to begin with… right?"

For a moment, I studied him, meeting his gaze and holding it. I was surprised when he didn't look away since so far, he had been quite nervous and timid.

"Turn around and close your eyes," I instructed, getting a strange look before he slowly turned to face the repair droid he had just been working with.

I charged up a Calm spell and hit him square in the back, the energy swirling around him for a moment.

"Pola, can you turn around for me?" I asked, the now slightly dazed engineer turning to look at me with a big grin. "Why do you really want to join us?"

"Well… you guys seem nice, and working with people who actually like each other could be fun," He admitted with a shrug. "Also… Starting over on a small, backward rim planet doesn't sound very fun. I also want to make up for all the time I spent helping the Empire. I might not stick around forever, but I could help for a while…"

He blinked for a moment, his dopey grin fading as he shook himself, suddenly aware that he had been acting strange.

"What… what was that?" He asked, looking from me to Miru. "Did… did you guys just drug me?"

"Nope, maybe you're overheating," I suggested, looking concerned. "Why don't you go sit down for a while, drink some water, and rest. We can talk about you wanting to join before we leave."

For a moment, he looked confused before he eventually nodded and turned around, leaving the Chariot cargo hold behind. Miru looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"You've never done that to me, have you?"

"Of course not!" I assured her, her face softening a bit before I added. "I didn't know how to when you joined after all."

She picked up a stray screw and threw it at me, the small chip of metal bouncing off my back as I left the cargo bay, laughing as I went.
 
Chapter 62
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We lifted off of the CIS base within the hour, with Nal, Tatnia, Julus, Pola, and Vaz on the Penance since it required more crew to function, and Calima, Miru, and myself on the Chariot. We lifted off without any trouble, jumping to hyperspace as we left the planet's gravity field.

Before we split up into two different ships, I went around and discussed the idea of Pola joining us with everyone individually. The general consensus seemed to be to give him a chance but to keep a close eye on him. The issue with that was his primary role would obviously be working on the ships, which meant Miru would be the one more or less in charge of him, even if he stayed on the Penance as one of its crew, and I hated the idea of having someone we didn't trust one hundred percent spending any alone time with her.

So, for the short term, instead of having him on the Chariot, I set him on the Penance, where Tatnia could keep a vague eye on him. Racer was also onboard the Penance as well, tapped into the systems to monitor them directly. The idea was to give the ex-imperial enough freedom to show his true colors but have Racer on standby to stop him from doing anything particularly dangerous.

Of course, this was a temporary solution, one I would openly admit was probably overkill. Between his general demeanor, my own gut feeling, and the Calm spell test, I personally believed he was genuine about his desire to stay on board and help out.

Once we jumped into hyperspace, we had just under a full day before we would arrive at our destination. We sent a message to Nevue before we left, including a few images of the Dark Blade and where he could meet us.

Unfortunately, despite the long trip, I didn't actually have a solid twelve for thirteen hours to sit down and learn a spell, as we were already half a dozen hours into our day, and skipping sleep seemed like a bad idea when we would be meeting Nevue and negotiating a trade. I would have to get used to skipping sleep to learn spells when I got to Expert level magic, but I was more concerned about being fully awake now.

Still, I did have a bunch of free time, and while a complete spell was too much, picking up a better casting technique for my fire spells that increased their heat and decreased their mana was much more reasonable.

When we arrived at Point Thirteen, we slowly approached from the usual angle, touching down on the moon gently, the Penance right behind us. Tatnia and Nal started the process of shutting down the Consular-class ship since we would be leaving it behind for a while, before Miru took our new shuttle, which we had named Brick, over to pick up our crewmates.

About two hours after we had shut down the Penance, which we still had to rename, a new ship jumped out of hyperspace a fair distance from the moon. Before we could even start to panic, it reached out over the comm.


"Talos Chariot, this is Free Spirit, come in Talos Chariot. Are you there, Deacon?" A familiar voice asked through the speaker.

"It's us, Nevue. Come on down, and we can pick you up with our shuttle, assuming that ship has an airlock?"

"Shuttle? Dammit, Deacon, stop making us look so bad. Alright, coming in for a touchdown. See you in a bit."

About ten minutes later, Nevue, Ayme, and Lario all stepped off the Brick's ramp and into the Chariot's port hangar.

"It's good to see you again, Nevue," I said, reaching out and shaking his hand before shaking Ayme and Lario's hands as well. "It's good to see all of you. How has rebel life been treating you?"

"Until we saw you guys, I thought pretty well!" Nevue said, shaking his head. "How in the hells did you manage to get your hands on a Lambda, a C70 refit, and a CEC shuttle?"
"It's a bit of a long story," I said with a smirk. "How about we head up to the lounge, and I introduce you to our new crewmembers and fill you in?"

Together, we left the port hangar and made our way to the lounge. I briefly introduced Calima, Vaz, Julus, and Pola. I also explained who Pola was, which caught Nevue by surprise, but he seemed to accept his story.

"The Rebellion's policy is no questions asked acceptance of all defectors," He assured the nervous engineer with a shrug. "As long as you keep it straight, we won't have any issues."

Once introductions were done, we went over what we had been up to since we had gone our separate ways after the CIS raid. Nevue was stunned to hear that our adventures on Nar Shaddaa caught up with us in such a spectacular fashion, cursing loudly when we got to the part where we were ambushed by an Inquisitor.

When we were done, Nevue skimmed past what he was up to, explaining how they had secured their current ship and its cargo about two weeks after we separated and performed a large raid a few weeks ago on an Imperial shipping company. When we were both done sharing our stories, Nevue brought up the Lambda shuttle.

"I can understand why you would want to pass it on, it's not much use if you don't have a place to land frequently," He agreed, with a nod, spinning the holo-projected image we provided. "They are great troop transports and support craft, lots of firepower… And considering who the owner was, it would be in top condition… Have you gone over its Navicomputer log?"


"Racer went over it with a fine tooth comb," I said, turning to look at the droid. "Did you?"

The droid whistled, bleeped, and warbled before going silent. I looked at Miru for a translation.

"He said its records are intact, but he never reviewed any of them."

"Rebel Intelligence would want me to buy it for that alone," Nevue said with a nod. "How much?"

"Not gonna drag you guys through the coals on it. I was thinking maybe a hundred and seventy thousand?"

"I might be able to swing that…" Nevue said, sounding unsure as he reached up to touch one of his horns. "Could you go a bit lower?"

"Really? It might as well be brand new, Nevue, and it's worth at least two hundred," I pointed out. "I know the Rebellion's issue isn't money, it's ships. I could ask for more than it's worth, and you would still probably cave. I'll go a hundred and sixty-five, but that's as good as you're gonna get."

"Alright, alright, you've got a good point. That's a good deal, and I shouldn't ask for gilding when you've already offered a trim for free," He said, reaching over the table to shake my hand, sealing the deal. "Now, to complete my secondary mission. Our slicers have finally broken through the first few layers of the encryption on the CIS computer core. We have a new target to raid, and they want you at Thila Command to go over a plan."

"Dammit, really?" I asked, hypothetical, leaning back in my seat. "And right after we spent a whole meeting working out our schedule…"

"Well… we could spare a few days if it's something important," The Zabrak admitted. "Is it important?"

"I wanted to visit a planet for a day, investigate it for a potential scavenging operation of sorts," I explained. "And I wanted to use a large portion of the profits from the Lambda to buy upgrades for the Penance, the Chariot, and the Brick."

For a moment, Nevue was quiet, chewing on his lip before leaning in.

"I'll need to confirm it, but what if you brought the ships to Thila Command? We have enough room for both of your ships easily. You could leave them behind with Miru, and our technicians could help her upgrade your ship. We can even pick up the parts. We have plenty of ships waiting for the eventual Yavin IV rescue mission."

"That… would work, I suppose…"

I looked around at the rest of my crew, gauging their reactions. When no one showed any signs of major disagreement, I looked back at Nevue.

"Alright, we will accept your hospitality."

With our negotiation over Nevue, Ayme, Lario, Tatnia, Nal, Pola, and Vaz piled into the Brick again. Once Nevue was back on his ship, my crew went back to the Penance to start her back up, undoing the process they had gone through just a few hours ago.

After a while, Nevue contacted us on the comms and informed us we were welcome to use Thila Command as a temporary port, and that they would even pick up our supplies for cheap. Given how many black market pies the rebels had their fingers in, I was hopeful we could get our hands on everything we needed.

Soon we were ready to leave, with two of Nevue's crew piloting and preparing the Dark Blade for travel. Once they were ready, they gave us the coordinates for the rebel base and we set out, jumping into hyperspace. The trip was predicted to be surprisingly short, even shorter than the last time we made the trip, since the ancient B-7 we had been traveling on had a class four hyperdrive, while we were currently limited to the class three that the Chariot had.

Once we were on our way, I sat down with Miru and Calima to discuss what kind of upgrades we should be looking out for. Miru had a holoprojector displaying the structure of both of our ships so we could plan our modifications.

"I already recommended some extra power and shields for the Consular-class," Miru said, bringing the deck plan for that ship up. "I say we replace the shield generator with a bigger, more powerful version, and add a secondary reactor. We could even probably sell the original shield generator to make up some of the difference."

"Where would we put it?" I asked

"The more powerful shield might need some more room, but it's along the hull, so we don't need to worry about things getting in the way. We can just expand the hull," Miru explained. "We would have to do some restructuring, but we should have some replacement hull parts on hand anyway. The second power generator, on the other hand, is going to need its own space."

"How about the conference room on the second deck?" I suggested, pointing it out on the plans. "The primary lounge is just as good of a meeting place, if not better because it has the holoprojector in the middle."

"Hmm… I would like a little more space… what if we pushed the secondary storage bay back just a bit? That's another meter of space… we could fit a sizable generator there. Maybe increase available power by two-thirds."

"And you can connect it properly there?"

"Yeah, CEC ships are made for this kind of thing, Boss. You could tap into the main power almost anywhere in the ship."

"Good. How much will that cost?"

"If we can convince the rebels to buy our old shield system, which considering it will work with a lot of their older CEC ships, then… forty thousand credits."

"How much would adding two more quad turrets cost?" I asked. "Like we have in the back?"

"Uh…. another fifteen probably…"

We continued to discuss the upgrades for a few hours, Calima chiming in occasionally to put her own two cents in. Eventually, we settled on a general plan. On top of the reactor and shield upgrades, we would be adding two more quad turrets. One would be on the underside of the large, cone-shaped escape pod under the bridge, and the other on the underside of the aft end of the ship, near its engines, where it would have a clear view for targeting starfighters.

We would also be moving the quad laser that sat in the back to on top of the central tall block along the fore of the ship, drastically increasing its firing arc. It would require the removal of a single crew quarters to do it, but there were plenty of beds all over the ship, so that wasn't particularly important. In fact, the other two gunner controls would also be sacrificing quarters, both a stateroom on the first deck and two quarters in the forward pod, and the ship still had plenty of beds.

The Talos Chariot was also getting a significant upgrade to its shields and power generation. The hull would most likely need to be expanded for the shield upgrade, according to Miru, but once again she wasn't concerned. Instead of getting one additional medium-sized reactor, the Chariot would be getting two smaller ones, each tucked into the corner of the up-to-now unused back room of the ship's top deck. They would stay opposite the stairs and take up a significant amount of the room. Together, they would provide just about the same amount of power as the additional reactor being added to the Penance would provide.

I was tempted to add more weapons to the ship, but in all honesty it was already surprisingly well armed. It lacked the turbolasers that the retrofitted and upgraded Consular, but considering we were going for more of a small-scale carrier than a heavy hitter, that was fine.

Once we were done with the general plans, Miru headed down to her workshop, Racer following right behind her, planning on spending the rest of the trip working up some official plans to work off of. She was clearly excited about the upgrades, especially when I made it clear that she would be leading the process, as I trusted her to keep the rebel mechanics from fucking shit up or taking shortcuts.

When we finally arrived at the Rebellion's temporary command base, we were immediately given guidance to land, heading to the same spot we had before. Once again, Thila's massive mountains and valleys passed under us before we reached the rebel base. This time, we were directed to a larger hangar bay with room for the Penance and Chariot with room to spare.

As we exited the Chariot, the other half of my crew walking down the front ramp of the Penance, I spotted our welcoming committee. General Syndulla stood by the entrance, flanked by two guards. Beside her, however, was a Togruta woman, probably just around my age. Standing just behind her was a young, blonde-haired human male. The lightsaber at his hip and the dual lightsabers clipped to the Togruta's belt meant they could only really be two people.

I was honestly surprised how easy it was to control my fanboying. Maybe it was because they both looked so... normal, standing there, just waiting. Luke's behavior was so familiar it hurt, trying his best not to look nervous as he was introduced to new people. I could see my younger self in him like I was looking in a mirror, though I had considerably less riding on my shoulders. Ahsoka, on the other hand, carried her confidence much more securely, tempting me to try and rattle her a bit.

"General Syndulla, it's good to see you again," I said, reaching out to shake her hand. "I appreciate that you're letting us use your space."

"Just remember that when it's time to talk about who gets what after this raid," She responded with a smile. "This is-

"Ahsoka Tano." I finished for her with a smile, holding my hand out to the once-Jedi Padawan. "It's good to finally meet you."
 
Hey, just wanted to say i've been greatly enjoying the story so far and that it quickly became one of my favorites, however, i feel like you might be adding too many characters to the crew too quickly, not too long ago we got vaz, and now pola, i don't know if you plan to keep all of them in the crew, fleet (please if deacon gets a fleet dont name every member on it), or even alive, but i've seen a LOT of authors do this over 20 or so years, it tends to dilute the authors attention over too many characters, thus causing a "wide as a lake, shallow as a puddle" situation, please don't spread your focus over so many characters, quality is better that quantity when it comes to the cast of any story, Im reluctant to give feedback like this since most people tend to take it too personally, but i like this fanfic too much not to do so, sorry for the wall of text, hope you continue to do well.
 
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Hey, just wanted to say i've been greatly enjoying the story so far and that it quickly became one of my favorites, however, i feel like you might be adding too many characters to the crew too quickly, not too long ago we got vaz, and now pola, i don't know if you plan to keep all of them in the crew, fleet (please if deacon gets a fleet dont name every member on it), or even alive, but i've seen a LOT of authors do this over 20 or so years, it tends to dilute the authors attention over too many characters, thus causing a "wide as a lake, shallow as a puddle" situation, please don't spread your focus over so many characters, quality is better that quantity when it comes to the cast of any story, Im reluctant to give feedback like this since most people tend to take it too personally, but i like this fanfic too much not to do so, sorry for the wall of text, hope you continue to do well.
This is just another Doylistic reason to go super droid-heavy on automation of the ships.

The challenge is that there's no way to have fewer than 20 personnel plausibly even with that; and that's small enough a number that the MC would realistically know the crew individaully, but it would be too much of an ensemble to really keep track of narratively. I honestly don't know a good way to thread that needle beyond just not doing some characters any just and keeping them as named minor background individuals.
 
This is just another Doylistic reason to go super droid-heavy on automation of the ships.

Hey, just wanted to say I've been greatly enjoying the story so far

I'll easily admit I go a bit heavy on the naming, I just prefer to have people introduced with a name. I am aware of the problem, and I will say that the only people you have to worry about are the crew, and maybe Nevue. Anyone else who is named will get a reintroduction if I ever bring them back. I will be making strides to slow down on the naming, but there are a few chapters in between what I'm writing and where you guys are.
 
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