Star Wars: Rise of the Battlemage

Chapter 128
After Nal and the troopers returned from their scan through the hallways around the hangar, I left him in charge. With him keeping an eye on the hangar, I went up to meet with the rest of the crew and to meet the pirates' captives. It turned out that a large chunk of the ship's crew quarters had been converted into prison space, which made me think they were likely selling their victims into slavery. It certainly explained how they were so successful. Trafficking slaves was a lucrative business.
When I finally found the victims, Tatnia had relocated them to the area outside the bridge, where Lieutenant Rider and two of his men were keeping watch. Most of them were in decent shape, save a couple of scrapes and bruises. Two of them, however, were looking pretty rough, bearing the wounds of recent and older beatings. I approached the group slowly, taking my helmet off to greet them.

"Hello, my name is Deacon Roy," I said, gesturing to Rider and his men. "I'm in charge of these folks. I understand you guys are recent victims?"

"They captured us two days ago," one of them explained, a woman who was tending to one of the heavily beaten victims. "They damaged our ship and forced us to power down… They said they were going to sell us…Thank you for saving us."

"I'm glad we managed to get here in time," I said, wincing as my suspicions were confirmed. "Why don't you let me help with that?"

I stepped forward and put my hand on the man the woman was tending to, casting Heal Middling Trauma to fix an obvious broken hand. The woman gasped, her eyes wide as the man's wounds quickly closed. I got the man mostly back to good health before moving on to the second, a muscular female Twi'lek with blue skin and old scars along her arms and shoulders. When I was done, having spent my mana three times to get everyone back up to perfect health, I looked over at the first woman.

"Why were these two the most beaten up?" I asked, gesturing to the now-sleeping pair.

"Dialu and Nyriam are the Captain and second in command," She explained, dabbing a tear from her eye. "They would… insult the guards to keep their attention away from us. Sir… what did you do?"

"Just a little magic," I said with a smile, standing up and looking at the other crewmates, nodding to them. "I want you all to know you are safe now. Your ship is in the hold, and while it's in bad shape, I'm sure we can come up with something."

"We... never thought we would get out of here..." One of the crew admitted, sitting down heavily on the floor.

"I can't imagine what you went through," I admitted. "For now, you should rest and recover. When your captain wakes up, ask one of my men to alert me. We can talk about what comes next then."

After a moment, I gave them a nod before stepping away. They were clearly shellshocked and dazed, unsurprising considering what they had been through. With any luck, their captain and second in command would be able to pull them out of it. As I made my way to the bride, I realized I was just in time to meet Tatnia as she returned from deeper into the ship.

"What's the news?" I asked, my second in command stepping in beside me as I walked into the bridge.

"We are relocating everyone who's surrendered to their prison cell. It's tight, but I find myself struggling to care," She explained, pausing for a moment to consider her words before speaking again. "This was…too easy."

"Waiting for the other shoe to drop?"

"Yeah. I'm waiting for the ambush, or to find out that the ship is actually a trash heap." She said, wincing when she realized what she had said. "Sorry, shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine, I'm going to get the B2s out to watch for ambushes, and you said yourself the ship looks good," I reminded her.

Instead of responding, she chewed her lip, seemingly unconvinced.

"You're forgetting that, at this point, we are overkill for pirates like these. We are too well-armed and coordinated. Maybe if they had been at full strength, they would have stood a chance, but we wouldn't be here if they had been. " I pointed out, and Tatnia eventually nodded in agreement. "How does the rest of the ship look?"

"It needs a deep cleaning, and I would rather sleep on the ground than sleep in any of the beds… but it looks like it's in good condition," She responded. "Boss… They were selling people into slavery…"

"Yeah, I know. Makes me regret telling everyone to accept surrender," I said, shaking my head and walking to the forward viewport, spotting our fleet flying above us.

"I agree, but… What do you think are the chances that we could follow this up the chain?" She asked. "Maybe trick some slavers into delivering themselves to us?"

I turned away from the viewport, my brain going over what she was suggesting. As a general basic plan began to form in my head, I nodded.

"That… is a really good idea, Tatnia," I said with a wide grin, turning away from the viewport to look at her. "Why don't we find out?"

Tatnia smirked and nodded, leading me out of the bridge to where the prisoners were. While we walked, I commed Ahsoka to join us before telling Nal to take some of our team and head over to the gunship and process whoever was inside. Then I told our ships to take turns landing to let some of our B2s out, both to set up a patrol around the ice flow and to patrol the ship's interior. I didn't want any surprises catching us off guard as we waited for the bounty officer to arrive. Though technically, we hadn't called them yet since we didn't want to rush this. We made that mistake once already, and none of us were in a hurry to repeat it.

When we arrived at the prisoner area, I stepped into the room confidently, Ahsoka and Tatnia following me in, though they were a bit surprised. The area was clearly just a whole group of rooms with the walls cut down and some platting put up to reinforce certain areas.

Seconds after I stepped in, the nearest pirate attacked me, trying to stab me with a small, easily hidden vibro dagger. The normally lethal weapon skittered off my armor, barely carving a line on my armor. In response, I slammed my fist into his stomach, folding the pirate and letting him drop. A second pair stepped forward to rush me. Instead, they caught a blast of Sparks, dropping them both as they shook and convulsed. I kept the blast short so it didn't kill them but long enough that when I did stop, all they did was lay there and groan.

"Right, so now that we've established that trying to fight us is useless, why don't you point out whichever one of you is the leader," I suggested, looking around, waiting for someone to respond. When no one did, I continued. "I'll let whoever does it first go, free and clear."

Eight people pointed at a single man, one who had hung back away from us when we first stepped into the room. He scowled at his crew before finally stepping forward. Before he could open his mouth, I pulled my pistol and stunned him.

"Tatnia, you mind dragging him out?" I asked, stopping to watch her grab him by his shirt and almost throw him from the room, following after. I turned to the rest of them with a smile. "In the meantime, I'll escort the eight of you off the ship?"

Some of them looked excited, before one of them realized just what kind of planet they were on.

"We can't go outside, we won't last a minute!" He nearly shouted. "You tryna kill us?"

"Huh… I guess you're right, it is a bit nippy inside," I responded with a faux innocent voice. "Are you sure you don't want to go? I suppose you could stay here, but this is your only chance… C'mon, speak up!"

All of them stared back at me with ugly, angry eyes, none of them volunteering to leave the nice, safe, warm ship.

"Good choice," I said, looking into their eyes as I added that last bit in, staring them down. "In case you get any smart ideas, anyone who causes any trouble gets to go for a walk."

I left the room, only to find a quartet of B2s filing into the hall, ready to take over watching the prisoners. One of them stepped inside the room while the remaining three stood outside. I nodded to the repainted droids, before Ahsoka and I followed after Tatnia, who was still dragging the leader.

"What's this about?" Ahsoka asked with a frown.

"Tatnia had an idea. We could use these guys as a way to set up an ambush for some slavers," I explained. "Depending on how lucky we get, we could be looking at quite a few new ships for the Rebellion."

"What about the gunship?" She asked. "I'm vaguely familiar with that design. It's a solid ship, especially for its size."

"I was thinking about selling it for real short change to the rebellion, with the caveat that it stays stationed at Omega Station, save for emergencies," I admitted. "But I could be convinced to mothball it at the station for when we are ready for a new ship. It depends on what kind of state it's in."

She nodded, and I stepped forward to help Tatnia carry the pirate leader. We stopped at a small break area, tying him down to a chair and waiting for him to come around. While we did that, I coordinated with the rest of the group, making sure that someone had collected the Brick and that we had all of the ships clear.

Eventually, the pirate leader woke up, shooting up straight and struggling with the cord we used to strap him to his chair. When he finally realized he wasn't going anywhere, he stopped and looked at us.

"What do you want?" he asked with a simmering anger just under the surface.

"Well, we want you to explain how you contact your slaver partners," I explained, sitting down in front of him. "We figured that with you guys under our thumb, we could sweep up some slavers at the same time."

"You got another thing coming if you think I'm going to help you," He said, sneering at us. "You just ruined years of hard work! Why the-"

I cast Calm on the belligerent, angry pirate, immediately pacifying him. Over the next hour, we extracted quite a bit of information on the Falnur Raiders, including how they contacted their slaver partners. When we were done, the pirate leader was confused and exhausted, not sure if he should be terrified of me or furious. Once we had our info, I sent him back to the prisoner hold without a second thought. I then made some calls, putting together a meeting to discuss our options. It took a few hours since everyone was still performing their tasks, but eventually, we all gathered in the massive hangar of our new ship.

"Alright. So, we've got the frequency, got the passcode, and we have a schedule. The slavers they work with were expecting a delivery within the next week or so, meaning that's how long we have to make up our minds and figure out a plan," I said, looking out over the crew, including some people from our other ships, like Calima and, Vakim and Dazem. "Thoughts?"

"What's happening to the Braha'tok?" Nal asked.

"Not entirely sure. It's a nice little gunship, but I'm not looking to invest a ton of money and resources to get it back up and running. How did it look?"

"Like it needs money and resources," Nal admitted.

"In that case, I'll probably be contacting the Rebels and asking if they want it. I'm considering saving the remaining freighter, just in case we need one down the line."

"What about the bounty on the pirates?" Julus asked.

"We are set to receive a hundred thousand for stopping the group as a whole and seventy-five for all of the pirates we captured alive," I said. "We just need to report it to the bounty officer, which we will do once the rebels are in a position to take their new ship away, assuming they want it. "And yes, a chunk of all those credits will end up in everyone's accounts relatively soon."

That got a bunch of cheers, and I smiled while they celebrated. Eventually, I gestured for everyone to quiet down.

"The main topic here is whether or not we go after the slavers," I explained, pulling everyone back to my original topic. "According to what we learned, after contacting them, a transport shuttle and an escort will show up."

"What kind of escort?" Vaz asked.

"According to what we got out of the pirate leader, usually some sort of small cruiser, but he has seen them arrive with a squadron of starfighters. have more than enough equipment to handle whatever they might be able to bring. At a minimum, we get to bloody some slaver scum, but at best, we could make a quick buck taking down the bastards and selling their stuff."

"What happens if we go after them?" Lieutenant Rider asked.

"That's where it gets a little complicated," I said. "We would need to keep the cruiser and the freighters here, as well as clean up the remains of the other freighter, since they will be suspicious if we don't. Basically, this mission would happen before we report the bounty completed and before the rebellion takes their ships."

"Which means they could be damaged in the process," Ahsoka said with a frown.

"It's a risk, especially since if it goes sideways and we get found out, we would certainly not be in a good position." I agreed. "We would have to stay grounded, making us easy targets for whatever ship they bring as an escort. Plus, our fleet would have to move around the planet, meaning there is a time window where we will have no support."

"We could mitigate that risk," Tatnia pointed out, continuing when I looked at her. 'We have a perfectly good hangar. Let's put it to use. The Brick could stay, and we could offload the raindrops from the Chariot, too. They won't do us much good if something big shows up, but they could put pressure on them. Buy us some time."

"If they are playing sacrifice time buyers, I'm not sending someone out in the Brick," I responded. "But if it's something like a squadron of starfighters…"

"We could stack the deck even more," Julus pointed out. "The gunship might be grounded until it's finished being repaired, but this bad boy isn't."

The younger member of our ground team stamped his foot on the deck plating for emphasis.

"The whole reason we came here was to find a carrier ship for the V-wings. Why not go pick up some of them? We have five pilots back home, just waiting for the opportunity to fly."

"Huh… that's a good call, Julus," I said, looking over at Tatnia. "We have time for that, right? And could we even fly this ship?"

"We are basically killing time until the slavers show up," She pointed out. "Three days there, three days back. That fits the schedule pretty well. As for if we can fly it… if we get a bunch of people and droids from the other ships, we could."

"... Alright, then that's the plan. We take the ship back to Omega Station, then come back here and prepare an ambush," I said with a nod. "Any thoughts?"

I look around at everyone who stopped by to listen, waiting for anyone to speak up. When no one else did, I smiled.

"Good. Then let's get to work. We have some stuff to take care of before we can leave."
 
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Chapter 129
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With nothing holding us back and a loose but encroaching deadline set, we immediately got to work. It was quickly decided that I would remain behind while Tatnia and Vaz captained the L-2783. Our first priority was getting them ready and seeing them off, which required quite a bit of reshuffling.

Most of the naval droids in use by the other ships, especially the Chariot, since Calima could fly it by herself, were transferred over to the L-2783, which I had already rechristened the Whale Shark, since there was no way in hell we would keep calling it the Bloody Maw, and it really did look like one of those massive whales, opening it mouth to swallow krill. Several clones from the Loyal Hound also went, just barely bringing the crew size for the large carrier ship into an acceptable range.

We also needed to finish the ship's inspection. Our question and answer session with the pirate leader confirmed there were no traps, but there was no way in hell we were taking the man's word that the ship was well maintained. The crew started at the primary hyperdrive and spread out from there, visually inspecting all of the ship's core systems. The repair droids we brought were a great help with the process, letting us complete it in just over a day.

It wasn't just about the ship's physical parts either. We also went over the ship's food and water storage, begrudgingly concluding that their supplies were technically edible. When everything was finally set, inspected, and prepared, the temporary crew gathered on board and left for Omega Station.

As they left, we turned our attention back to the planet, focusing on what we could do to prepare. It wasn't a surprise to find that the reshuffling of personnel left us dangerously understaffed, with the Loyal Hound in particular only barely counting as active. Unfortunately, it was just something we were going to have to deal with until the Whale Shark returned. I made a note to discuss a major recruitment drive with Tatnia once this was all over.

While I was looking to sell the Braha'tok gunship cause I didn't want to deal with paying for and managing the repairs, we still needed to staff the L-2783. While our naval droids could pick up some of the slack, I disliked the idea of relying on them so much.

On top of that, we also might end up claiming whatever escort ship showed up with the slavers, depending on how the ambush went and what sort of escort it was. We also needed pilots to staff and train for the V-wings. When the Whale Shark was active and ready for service, I wanted two wings of V-wings on board, ready for missions.

With nothing but time on our hands, we started preparing for the ambush. The first thing we did was get the labor droids to start digging shallow holes in the snow and ice strategically around the ice flats. We then buried around half of our B2s in them, deep enough to hide them but plenty shallow for them to bust out of. While we had to do it randomly since we had no idea where the slavers would land, they would make excellent distractions or ambush teams should the coming ambush devolve into a ground fight.

I was hoping the inherent selfishness and cowardice needed for one being to sell another into slavery would make convincing them to surrender relatively easy, but there was no way I was going to assume it would. Hope for the best, plan for the worst.

Once we finished that, it was basically a waiting game. Some of the repair bots, a few of the clones, and Nal took it upon themselves to give repairing the Braha'tok a shot, hoping to at least get shields up and running to protect it from any wild turbolaser fire. It turns out that the pirates had already bought some of the parts needed, making the repair process go pretty quickly. Its power systems were too busted to run the weapons and the shields at the same time, but at least it could tank some stray fire.

While that work was going on, I made a rather exciting discovery.

Between learning older spells, re-reading the enchantment section, hoping that something would change, and just generally reviewing information, I was checking my grimoire once a day, at minimum. However, with a lack of free time, a lack of anything new, and a lack of old spells to learn, I slowly stopped checking it as frequently. By the time the Whale Shark left, and I suddenly had a whole heap of free time, it had been nearly two weeks since I had checked the book.

So, when I summoned the book, mostly to just pass the time, imagine my surprise to find that I had finally unlocked access to Expert-level spells. The shout of excitement echoed through the Chariot, reaching Ahsoka, who was down on the first deck meditating. Curious to see what was going on, she walked upstairs to find me celebrating in the lounge.

After I explained what had happened, she simply shook her head, rolled her eyes, and went back down to the first deck. I was a bit surprised she didn't ask more questions about how my grimoire worked, but I guess at this point, she was used to me just being strange.

I quickly sat back down and went over everything that I could learn, gleefully debating what I should focus on first. I had to beat down my first instinct, which was to go with something from the Destruction school, since as cool as the spells seemed, there were too many other options just to jump directly to them.

Invisibility, Grand Healing, Pacify, Conjure Storm Atronach, Paraylyze, and more were available. These were all spells I recognized, and I was thrilled to see that I could learn them. Of course, there was a whole series of spells I didn't recognize, as well. For example, there was another level of the ward spell called Superior Ward, as well as what looked like a half dozen more conjuration minions to summon, including upgrades to constructs I had gotten before at lesser stages.

Restoration also had a pair of pretty potent-looking spells called Circle of Protection and Encompassing Rest. The first seemed to be a bit familiar, but I was pretty sure it had been focused on repelling the undead. This version was a barrier spell, which summoned a ten-foot radius circle around the caster, with a cylindrical ward around it. You could cast it on a spot, and it would remain in place, or you could cast it on yourself, which would make the barrier move with you. It also made healing spells inside the area more potent.

The Encompassing Rest spell allowed me to clear a massive amount of fatigue from people all around me. It was pretty potent, with more than enough stamina replenishment to take someone struggling to move and get them ready to run a marathon.

After spending a good while skimming through my options, I spent around fifteen minutes mentally working out which spell I wanted to learn first. That was when I finally remembered that Expert level meant the spells would likely take upwards of seventeen to twenty hours to learn.

I groaned, realizing that not only did I have to work through my boredom, the actual difficulty of tuning a spell matrix and not losing concentration, but now falling asleep was an actual significant concern.

With my new realization in mind, rather than immediately attempting to start learning my first expert spell, I stood up from the couch and started going around the ship. I wanted everyone to know that I would be too busy for anything that wasn't an emergency. Not surprisingly, quite a few members of the crew were concerned about me being busy for twenty hours, though the explanation that I would be working on magic worked better at calming them than I expected.

When I was done informing everyone and setting up a temporary chain of command with Nal at its head, I still didn't jump to learning my first Expert spell. Instead, I headed to the lounge, grabbed two big packets of food, and ate them both. I was very full by the time I was done, but with any luck, that would make it easier to fast while I was working.

With that finally done, I headed to my room, sealed myself inside, and sat down at my desk. I quickly scanned through the grimoire, selecting the spell I wanted, and started the process. As usual, creating spell matrices, now four of them, was the easy part. However, even with that, that process alone nearly took an hour, since there was just so much of it to create.

Once the matrix was stable and ready, I began the grueling, horrifically long tuning process. With each one taking around four hours, I was in for a long ride.

Slowly but surely, I made steady progress, orienting lines, altering angles, and tightening turns, tuning the matrices to my own personal flavor of magic and my soul frequency. When I reached the fourth one, where normally I would be done, I was tired, my brain was fatigued, and my ass was incredibly sore from just sitting in this chair.

Still, I pressed on. I was determined to finally achieve an Expert level spell, to finally take a step further into my magical abilities. I had been waiting for what seemed like so long for this, and I wasn't about to let my first attempt be a failure, especially when it would set me back fourteen hours.

Finally, after twenty hours of tweaking and flexing and twisting the matrices until it finally worked, I cast my first Expert-level spell. In a wave of Conjuration energy, a new construct appeared. It was just about my height, clad in robes and wielding a staff, with books and scrolls at its hip.

I could conjure a wizard construct!

I mentally commanded him to heal me, and immediately, the construct tilted his staff forward and cast Healing Hands on me, the glow of restoration magic spreading around me and sinking into my body. A quick thought and it was casting Respite, my stamina quickly replenishing. I cheered loudly, spinning around in my chair before quickly dismissing and re-casting the spell for a full fifteen minutes, acclimatizing my magic to the spell. When I was done, I conjured the construct again, using it to confirm the information that the grimoire had told me.

The construct took a good chunk of mana to conjure, but once it was, it was pretty cheap to keep going, especially considering what it was capable of. It had its own source of mana, a sort of spell heart that drew in natural energy and converted it into Magicka. That definitely caught my eye, though I really didn't know what I would do with that information. It was an incredibly versatile construct, for obvious reasons, but it was also much more intelligent than lower-level constructs. To test that, I sent a mental command for it to grab me a drink, and it actually stepped out of my room, down the hall to the lounge, and grabbed me a lom-ale from the fridge we kept stocked. According to the grimoire, it could use the information I knew, but I couldn't really get it from long processes. I could tell it to grab something, but if I asked it to make me a sandwich, it would likely just bring me back the bread.

That wasn't the only restriction, either. It was locked to Apprentice and Novice level spells, at least until I started learning Master spells, and only ones that I knew. Thankfully, that was most of them at this point, so that was fine. It also regenerated its mana kind of slowly, more in line with a normal person without enchanted items, who didn't spend so much time doing Recovery meditations.

But none of those restrictions mattered because this construct meant one very important thing. As long as I didn't die on the spot, and whatever incapacitated me didn't also destroy the construct, if I was to injured to heal myself, or I was knocked unconscious, the mage construct could heal me up to full. After that, we could work together to heal everyone else. I was still a lynchpin in everyone's ability to bounce back after every injury, but now I had a little extra reinforcement.

I finally stood out of my chair, eager to have something to eat and finally get some sleep, only to immediately collapse forward and almost clip my head off the side of a shelf. While healing spells might fix sore muscles, and Respite fixes fatigue, neither of those fixes a pair of dead legs from sitting too long.

"Note to self… next time, do that lying down," I mumbled, rolling over onto my back with a groan.

It took me ten minutes to get the use of my legs back, groaning and wincing as I dealt with the worst case of pins and needles I had ever had. When I finally did have something to eat, I collapsed almost immediately into my bed, falling asleep in seconds.

Over the next five days, I only learned two more spells, since each one threw me for a loop mentally and physically. The first was Grand Healing, a useful Restoration spell that let me heal everyone around me at once. It was a bit magicka intensive, but the fact that I could guarantee everyone around me was at a hundred percent, without checking and making sure, all in one spell? That was totally worth the admission price. I also finally broke down and learned an Expert Destruction spell, settling on Unbound Freezing. It was a hilariously potent Frost spell that fired a thick beam of freezing energy out of my palm. I was pretty sure it was very different from the spell I remember from the game, as I seem to remember that version being an AOE centered around myself.

Mind you, I wasn't complaining. The spell was powerful, and while a bit mana-hungry, the new, revealed section of the grimoire had quite a few ways to reduce mana costs. I would just need to learn them.

Between learning spells, I tried my best to keep myself even by sparring with Ahsoka, spending some time working and preparing for the ambush, as well as doing some light enchanting, focusing on making dexterity rings and amulets for our pilots. I also spent some time dusting up on my marksmanship, specifically with a blaster rifle. I was a pretty good shot with my blaster pistol, and I did a damn good imitation of Robin Hood with my bow. But my blaster rifle skills were my least practiced, and while I would always prefer my magic, a bow, or my pistol, shooting a blaster rifle was still an important skill.

Of course, once I started doing that, both of the ground teams, at least those who stayed behind, turned it into a competition. Nal was the best shot out of everyone, with Lieutenant Rider coming in second. Surprisingly, Dazem came in third, having stumbled into the competition by accident.

By the time the Whale Shark returned, everyone who had remained behind was chomping at the bit to get to the next phase of the plan.
 
Hmm, really interesting construct. Could it do enchantment or is it too complex for the construct? I really like the conjuration branch and this is really fun idea. Thank you for the chapter!
 
Should include stamina regen buffs for the pilots, so they remain at peak alertness and avoid fatigue-related performance penalties. Especially the fighter pilots.
 
Chapter 130
I headed straight for the hangar once the Whale landed down on the ice and snow, specifically somewhere without any of the buried B2s.

I entered the large hangar and smiled, seeing the five V-wings landed and ready for combat. Toggle, the clone in charge of the pilots spotted me and waved me over, where he and another clone were checking over the ship. An astromech wheeled around under the starfighter as well, tilting back to scan the bottom of the relatively small combat vehicle.

"Toggle, good to see you," I said with a smile, shaking his hand, then the other clones. "You guys ready?"

"Of course, I've been itching to do some flying," Toggle said with a smirk. "Hoping for a bit of a dogfight!"

"Hate to break it to you, hotshot, but that's the opposite of what we are hoping for," I responded, shaking my head when his only reaction was a shrug. "I'm hoping we can get them to surrender without firing a shot."

"I know, sir, can't blame a clone for hoping for fun, though," He responded. "We are just running some final checks now, Sir."

"Any issues?"

"Not a single one," He said with a smile. "Miru does good work. I'll admit, I was skeptical at first, but she really knows her stuff. Good at directing people, too. I've seen Jedi have a harder time wrangling droids and crew. You made a good choice, putting her at the head of engineering."

"I was confident in her abilities," I said with a smile. "Plus, I don't think I could pick a hydrospanner out of a toolbox, so it wasn't like I could be in charge. I take it the shields are working good?"

"Incredibly well, even have a solid readout in the cockpit," He responded happily. "Sounds silly, but you don't always get that for aftermarket mods, especially not nonstandard ones."

"I'm glad you approve," I said with a nod. "I actually have a gift for you guys. Just have enough for you and your pilots, but everyone who joins our starfighter squadrons will have at least two, hopefully, three."

I pulled out a dexterity ring from my pocket, handing one to Toggle, who took it reluctantly.

"Uh… thank you, sir?" he said, clearly confused. "Not one for jewelry, I'm afraid, but-"

"Just put it on you dolt," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's enchanted to improve your dexterity. Should increase your reaction speed and reflexes."

His eyes went wide at my description, sliding it onto his ring finger. When it was on, he paused for a moment before looking back at me.

"I don't feel any-"

I threw some sort of screwdriver at him, which I had grabbed off a tool chest by the starfighter he and his buddy had been working on. He cursed, but reached out and snagged the tool out of the air, despite having no warning and me trying my best to really hit him.

"Impressive, right?" I said with a smirk before handing him a second ring. "Now imagine every one of you gets two, and they stack."

The clone pilot seemed giddy with the possibilities, a strange look for the usually serious-acting clones. Still, when I handed him a bag of amulets and rings, he immediately commed for all of the pilots to make their way down to the hangar, while I headed to the bridge to talk to Tatnia.

On the way, I passed by a few groups as they worked to unshuffle the previous crew exchange, specifically the naval droids.

I stepped into the bridge, only to find Tatnia leaning heavily against a console, red-faced, while Julus stood beside her, looking like he had just got caught sneaking cookies from the cookie jar.

"Uh… everything alright?" I asked, looking at the two.

"Y-yeah, I just tripped," Tatnia said. "Julus was just helping me up."

"Oh, gotcha," I said with a nod, throwing out a Heal Other Tatnia. "Right, well, how did the trip go? Any news?"

"Nothing really worth reporting," she admitted, settling down slightly after my healing spell. "Definitely feeling the effects of being understaffed, even with the droids."

"Yeah, we were feeling it too," I agreed, wincing and shaking my head. "When we get back, that's going to be our first priority. I want to get our biological crew level above at least sixty-five percent. Any idea what we are at now?"

"I would have to count to know exactly, but I could guess and say thirty-five percent," my second-in-command responded, looking like she was recovering from her fall. "The Loyal Hound is almost a hundred percent, with a small complement of naval droids kept in storage just in case. But the Intervention is almost entirely run by naval droids, minus Vakim, Dazem, and Allum."

"We need to mix that up," I said with a shrug. "I don't want the clones, or anyone else for that matter, to think we are grouping them up together on purpose."

"We can make a note of that," Tatnia agreed with a nod. "But maybe we should focus on our current mission?"

"Yeah, fair enough. Anything else to note before I call a planning meeting?"

"No, Boss."

"Alright, we'll be meeting down in the hangar in an hour, probably," I said, turning to leave the bridge and stopping at the large door entrance. "Oh, and for future reference. Whether you guys are bumping uglies just to burn off stress, or actually in a relationship, I don't really care. Just keep it out of public spaces, alright? It's trashy, and I don't feel like dealing with it."

I turned and walked away, heading down and out of the ship to find the rest of my crew, leaving Tatnia and Julus alone, too shocked to say anything.

Still chuckling at their reaction, I started contacting everyone, getting the main command group back to the Whale Shark's hangar bay. Once we had gathered, we pulled out crates, boxes, and whatever else we could find to sit on before starting to discuss what our options were.

The meeting lasted for over an hour, and the result was a solid but flexible battle plan, with plenty of room for improvisation if the situation called for it. To start, as we mentioned before, the raindrops would be transferred to the Shark, as would the Brick. There was plenty of room for all of that, plus the already present V-wings. I was really looking forward to having the Shark on hand during missions, with two flights of V-wings ready to fly out and fight.

When the transfer was over, all of our starships would move to nearby valleys and chasms, which we had scouted out while waiting for the Shark to return. They were deep enough to hide our ships from most sensor scans... as long as they were on minimum power. The furthest away would be the Loyal Hound, due to its wider shape being more difficult to hide, while Intervention and Talos Chariot were both much closer, at the bottom of two separate ice canyons.

The basic plan was to wait for the slaver transport ship and its escort to arrive. The transport would have to land, but whether or not the escort did was up to the intelligence of their captain or leader. If it did land, then we would simply wait for our starships to arrive since once on the ground, it wouldn't be able to take off quickly enough to escape or put up a real fight.

If the escort did not land, we would immediately scramble fighters and threaten to take them down if they didn't land and surrender. The fighters would focus on being evasive and boxing them in, keeping them from running. Meanwhile, all our starships would burn atmosphere to position themselves above us and back up our starfighters. Once our starships arrived, which should only take around a minute and thirty seconds once we called them in, the situation was more or less resolved unless the crew of both ships decided to commit suicide by mercenary.

We also made it clear that the plans could change depending on what the escort was. This mission would turn from an asset capture mission to a tactical retreat if I felt the escort was beyond us. We would lose the Braha'tok gunship if we did run, but I wasn't about to sacrifice what we came for and potentially more because we got overconfident.

Once the plan was set, we split back up, with everyone heading out to start moving the ships and preparing our positioning. Meanwhile, Tatnia and Ahsoka followed after me, heading to the bridge.

"We weren't really hiding it from you," Tatnia said, referring to her relationship with Julus. It was hard not to tease her with how nervous she was, but I somehow managed. "Well… we were, but not because we didn't want you to know… we just-"

"Tatnia, relax. I get it, shit happens," I said, waving her nervousness off. "You guys are adults, and I trust you to handle it. Just remember, if you can't…"

I turned and looked at her, stopping in the hallway, making sure she understood I was laying down the law, not just talking casually.

"If you can't, and it starts causing problems, I won't pick one of you to keep on board and one of you to ship off," I explained. "Both of you will get the boot. I've got no room for he said she said bullshit, and if you can't handle a relationship or, god forbid, a break up, maturely, you've got no place being on my team."

"I… Understood, Boss," She responded, giving me a serious nod. "We can handle it."

"Good," I responded before shifting from serious to a smile. "But really, I didn't think you would have a problem. And I'm glad you two found a connection."

I turned away and continued to the bridge, stopping once I was standing on the central platform to the large room. The Whale Shark was running with barely anyone on board. Almost all of the vital positions were filled with what Naval droids we could spare from other ships. While I wasn't ecstatic about the idea, it was a barely acceptable necessity since the only thing we really needed to be able to do was engage the shields, communicate with other ships, and run away if necessary. Everything else could wait.

The process of sending a message to the pirate's slaver contacts only took a few minutes. We sent out a secret hyperwave message, which contained a location, the number of people we were pretending to have to sell, and a rotating password. Thankfully, with the information we got from the pirate leader, we could pretty quickly formulate a believable fake message. After that, it was just a waiting game.

We received a response message within several hours, and according to what it said, they would arrive within three days. That left us a lot of time to do a whole lot of nothing, especially since we couldn't risk going out and around the exterior of the ship since our source of information came solely from the pirates. We knew what they knew, but the slavers could be hiding all sorts of information from them, like distant scans or stealthy scouts being sent down to check out the landing zone for ambushes. It was incredibly unlikely that it was anything so complex, but by now, everyone was used to my preference of assuming enemy competence so we could enjoy their incompetence.

That left us with two full days to kill. I spent some time with Ahsoka, sparing and training each other. We even did a little lightning training, where I would blast out lines of Sparks and she would catch them with her sabers. It was a bit nerve-wracking on my part, even if I trusted her to be skilled enough to block it, Pola's armor to be tough enough to stop the spell if she messed up, and my healing if both the first two things failed.

I just didn't like attacking her.

It wasn't until early the third day that the Shark's sensors picked up a cluster of ships approaching the planet. They were close together, which made long-range scans difficult, but the scans looked like a pair of ships.

As they slowly descended into the atmosphere, we got a good look at the transport and its escort.

The transport was obvious, and I actually recognized a ship, though Nal had to tell me its proper name. It was a CSS-1 Corellian Star Shuttle, an old transport ship popular before and during the Clone Wars. Its back end look looked similar to the C70 Consular-class, while the front end was just a large, drawn-out dome built to carry the maximum number of people. No doubt its interior was heavily modified to transport slaves.

Slowly descending beside it was another ship, one significantly larger than the transport. It was a design I recognized easily, though after watching it slowly land next to the transport, I realized it wasn't exactly the same.

"Is that a CR90?" I asked, looking over Nal, who was looking out the forward viewport with me. "It doesn't look quite right."

"No, I believe it is a CR70," The Duros corrected. "Older model. Still a well-made ship. As customizable as Intervention."

"Can we handle it?" I asked.

"Yes."

I nodded, watching as the ships thruster and repulsors threw up snow and ice. Even as it was, I nodded to the clone manning the comms, who immediately sent the message out to our fleet.

"Alright. Put the starfighter on alert, but keep them inside. We have… a minute left until our starships get here."

"They are sending us a message," The clone on comms called out. "Asking us what the hold up is. They don't appreciate the delay and are threatening to take it out of our cut if we keep them waiting for too long."

"Send them a garbled message as if something is been broken," I responded.

"Aye, Sir," The clone responded, tapping away at his console, talking into it as he recorded a fake message and sent it off.

We waited silently, our timer counting down until finally the Intervention and the Talos Chariot arrived. They flew around the ships, keeping a low to reduce their sensor profile.

"Comms, open the channel," I ordered, waiting several seconds before he gave me a thumbs up. "Slavers! This is Deacon Roy, leader of the Skyforged Vanguard. You are surrounded and outgunned. Surrender before I'm forced to prove how screwed you are."

For a long moment, the comms was silent, and I could see both of the starship's engines flare as they started to attempt to leave.

"Tell the Intervention to fire a quick barrage at the CR70. Not enough to pop their shields, but enough to let them know we can."

Suddenly, before my order could be sent out, the final nail in the slaver's coffin arrived in the form of the Loyal Hound. Between another ship arriving and the Intervention opening fire, both of the ships finally seemed to understand that they were outgunned. After a few more seconds, the ships started to descend, kicking up ice and snow once again. Before they could land completely, however, an alert sounded through the bridge.

"We are picking up something, Boss!" The droid behind the sensor console called out. "It's coming in hot!"

Before I could comment, another CR70 descended from the skies and immediately opened fire on us.
 
"We are picking up something, Boss!" The droid behind the sensor console called out. "It's coming in hot!"

Before I could comment, another CR70 descended from the skies and immediately opened fire on us.
See this is exactly why I started to have doubts about the Force. It's really lacks about actually warning the Jedi, and half the time Ashoka and others only get a warning when they're trying to dodge blaster fire.

'Watch out! The guy who shooting at you is about to shoot at you!'

... Thanks. Perfect timing.
 
See this is exactly why I started to have doubts about the Force. It's really lacks about actually warning the Jedi, and half the time Ashoka and others only get a warning when they're trying to dodge blaster fire.

'Watch out! The guy who shooting at you is about to shoot at you!'

... Thanks. Perfect timing.
I mean, the force cares about drama over everything else from what we've watched, read, played.

The light side, dark side, and unifying force are all just tools of the purest expression of the force.
The Dramatic Force :p
 
Chapter 131
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The moment the second CR70 descended from the sky and began unloading on our ships, both of the previously landed slaver ships started to rise again. They had clearly been waiting for it to arrive to support their escape. I cursed and turned to the one of the crew, the one in charge of the raindrops.

"Deploy the raindrops!" I ordered. "Use them to force the transport and the first CR70 to stay on the ground! Everyone else, focus fire on the second CR70!"

My orders were relayed immediately, and barely twenty seconds later, all eight of the raindrops flew out of the hangar and began swirling around the lower ships, getting dangerously close. Immediately, the starships stopped ascending, their smaller weapons focusing on starfighters. Their larger weapons, as well as the higher CR70's weapons, began blasting away at the nearest ship, which just happened to be the Talos Chariot.

"Chariot, maintain fire, but move behind the lower cruisers aft, use its engine bank as cover," I ordered, having spotted something. "It looks like a dead zone for its weapon emplacements!"

Through the viewport, I could see the Chariot swing around, using its superior speed to stay behind the larger ship. As I predicted, while the higher starship could still easily attack it, the lower one couldn't target it with anything.

"Loyal Hound, what's your status?" I called out, the open comms sending my voice through to the starship.

"Shields at seventy-five percent and dropping, sir!" The voice of a clone responded. "Seventy percent…"

"Intervention! Status report!" I called out.

"Shields at eighty-seven percent and dropping slowly, sir!" Dazem's voice responded. "Eighty five…"

"Loyal hound! Fly up above the higher CR70, and use it as cover from the lower one!" I ordered. "Intervention, fly around and draw fire until your shields reach fifty percent!"

The battle continued, turbolaser blasts lighting up the bright white landscape. Both the Loyal Hound and the Talos Chariot were now in at least partial cover from one of the ships, and Talos Chariot was handling the remaining firepower with its upgraded shields. The lower starships, the transport, and the first CR70 were hovering barely a dozen feet off the ground, trying to avoid the dive bombing raindrops.

Unfortunately, the smaller droid ships had taken casualties, with three of the unmanned ships now burning wrecks on the icy ground. Thankfully, we didn't need to sacrifice any more of them, as the second CR70's shield collapsed.

"Target its weapon emplacement!" I called out. "Broadcast open comms! I want them to hear me!"

The clone at comms worked for a moment before giving me the thumbs up.

"Slavers! You have ten seconds to land and surrender!" I demanded. "Land your ship and power down weapons, or we will knock you out of the sky!"

Whether it was anger, loyalty, stupidity, or a combination of all three, the now unprotected ship refused to comply, its weapons targeting the Loyal Hound, who was reporting shields dropping down even further.

"Fine, they asked for it. Intervention. Target their engines and bring them to the ground!"

The weapons of both the Loyal Hound and the Talos Chariot fell silent, the Intervention coming around and barraging the similarly sized ship, hammering its large array of thrusters. First, one thruster exploded and went dark, followed by a second, third, and final three of them exploded together, and the ship began to fall.

For a moment, I was worried it would try and plow into itself into another ship, but either they didn't think of it, or their engines were too damaged to maneuver. Instead, the ship fell from the sky, trying desperately to stay flying, only to slam into the ice several hundred meters away from the other two slaver ships. Snow, ice, and fire shot up at the impact site, and the ship went dark.

"Broadcast again!" I called out, waiting for the signal before continuing. "Slaver ships, this is your final chance! Land and power down all weapons! This is your final chance before we are forced to eliminate all threats permanently!"

It took a handful of seconds before all weapons fire stopped, and the two remaining ships slowly sank back down to the ground.

"We have a message, Sir!" The comms officer stated. "They have surrendered and are powering down their systems!"

"Call back the raindrops and send out the V-wings and the Brick to confirm that the second CR70 is down. I want a scan of the damage," I ordered. "Talos Chariot, back up our starfighters. If the starship opens fire on them, flatten it. Have the BX units begin clearing the wreckage. Anyone who shoots at them is dead, but I want them to stun the rest of them."

The Brick was currently loaded up with twenty BX units, led by Boxi, previously known as BX-01. They would be able to clear the wreckage quickly, and considering the assholes on board the second CR70 had refused to surrender, I was fine letting the commando droids clear it out completely.

"Loyal Hound, orient yourself behind the shuttle and first CR70. Keep your weapons charged and targeted on their engines," I ordered. "Intervention, once their ship is fully de-powered, I want you up high and running a fully powered scan once you're out of the atmosphere. I want to know if any more surprises are coming to say hello."

For about ten minutes, I stayed on the bridge, waiting for word from our teams. Eventually, Boxi confirmed that the disabled CR70 was grounded and defunct and that its crew was either stunner or dead. Not long after that, the Intervention confirmed we had no incoming threats that it could see. With that information in mind, I formed a pair of strike teams to board the two surrendered ships. My team boarded the surrendered CR70, apprehending the crew and going room by room to clear it of any hiding personnel. At that point, the crew seemed to understand that they were screwed, and we experienced very little resistance, especially when the first person to pull a blaster on watched in horror as the red bolt of energy he fired simply glanced off my armor.

The interior of the ship was in surprisingly good condition for the ship's age and who was using it, but it was also clear to see that the ship would need quite a bit of maintenance to get it up to our standards. I interrogated several different members of the crew to confirm there weren't any booby traps, only to discover that there were actually several of them. Thankfully, once I knew about them, I was able to force the crew to disable them safely. None of them were willing to play the hero and take one for the team, so the traps were quickly disabled, and we could get back to clearing the ship.

While my team was clearing the cruiser, Tatnia's team was clearing the transport. The interior was nearly completely converted into a mass slave transport ship, a horrific concept. It was made only worse by the fact that it wasn't empty. Almost seventy-five people were on board the transport ship against their will.

Once I was informed, I immediately called the Rebellion. While we were capable of a lot, this sort of thing was far above what my group was capable of handling. We could technically transport that many people around, but the conditions wouldn't be much better than they were, stuffed inside the CSS's modified rooms.

Thankfully, the Rebellion was happy to help, with three much more reasonable transport ships showing up within two days, with enough room and supplies to take care of all victims. We kept everyone fed and gave them more freedom to walk around the ship until, eventually, the Rebellion arrived with transportation and more supplies. They would probably make the offer of joining the Rebellion, but I trusted Hera, whom I was in contact with, to make sure they were appropriately treated.

The process of taking care of the kidnapped and abducted people took a few days, during which the Rebellion also made an offer for the Braha'tok gunship, the CSS transport, and the pirate freighter. They offered five hundred thousand credits for the gunship, which was a little low, even if the ship was damaged, so I used that to my advantage. With a bit of negotiation, I managed to convince them to keep the starship stationed at Omega Station. It wouldn't always be there, but when it was between missions and patrols, it would function as another layer of protection for our station. Plus, I was thrilled not to have to purchase parts and work on repairing it, especially since we had enough work ahead of us on getting our new CR70 and the Whale Shark up to scratch.

I only got seventy thousand for the Star Shuttle since it was unarmed and would need a complete internal overhaul. At that low of a price, I was tempted to keep it until I had a use for it, but Tatnia convinced me it wasn't worth the work, and we were pretty far away from ever needing that much pure transportation capabilities at once. I got eighty thousand for the freighter since it had already been modified with extra weapons and better shields. Tatnia convinced me to let that one go because we already had too many projects and staffing needs already. If we needed something, we could buy it anyway.

The Rebellion was also eager to buy the broken remains of the second CR70. Apparently, the CR70 and the CR90 shared a whole list of parts, which was not surprising considering that CIS was the company that designed them both. Since there were quite a few CR90s in the Rebel fleet, they were desperate for every little part they could get. They offered me a hundred thousand for the wreck, and when I happily took the deal, the wreck was gone within three days.

Finally, when our backroom deals were done, we called the bounty officer. It took them a few days to arrive, and they did so with their own prison transport. On top of what we had already calculated with the pirates, quite a few of the slavers also had bounties on them, both government and private. It wasn't much, just another fifty thousand, but I was happy to do away with them, knowing they would be going to some sort of jail or punishment.

Once the bounties were collected, and the officer spent some time trying to convince us to leave the Whale Shark behind, he left, and we would soon follow. The last thing we did was spend some time salvaging the wrecked raindrops for anything worth using. We lost four in total, cutting the Talos Chariots fighter complement in half. I would either have to barter for more from General Syndulla or start looking for an alternative, one that wasn't so scarce. While I was sure there were more tri-fighters out there, relying on salvage was going to mean spending time without them as we looked for more.

Then again, it was hard to beat the free price tag of salvage.

Finally, with our tasks complete and a bounty officer set to return soon, we once again broke up and distributed the crews, shifting around the naval droids. In the end, we were just only able to staff all of the important jobs. Of course, the only reason that was even possible with the addition of the CR70 was because the Rebellion loaned us three dozen crew to help us get home. Even then, the trip was a bit stressful.

When we finally arrived home, we got the first look at the station's new security system, which we had discussed briefly with General Syndulla and General Dodanna. It was simple, and started with an armored comms beacon set out in deep space. We dropped out of hyperspace around the beacon and used it to communicate with the station. After passing a scan and answering some questions, we were given the station's new location, which was pretty far away, considering just how little thrust power it had.

After making the final jump, we began the process of landing our ships inside the station. Thankfully, the Rebellion had made major strides in getting the entire station up and running, meaning there was plenty of hangar space. Emphasis on 'was,' since after parking the two large ships, we were more or less out of large-scale hangars. Thankfully, there were plenty of smaller hangars dotted around each side of the core station.

Once we finally landed, we were met by Miru and a large group of the Skyforged, who had come to see the most recent additions to our fleet.

"Woah… that's a lot of hardware!" Miru said, looking up under the giant carrier. "Boss, we are going to need more repair crew, more workers, and more repair bots if you plan on fixing these both up and keeping them running."

"I know, Miru," I said with a wince. "If you come up with a list of what you need, I'll do my best to get it for you, and our next mission is going to be a recruitment drive. Tatnia and I talked about it, and I want a higher biological versus robotic ratio for our crews."

"Does that include streamlining things so the ship computer can handle more of those crew tasks on its own?" Miru asked, looking over her shoulder from where she was inspecting one of the Whale Shark's landing struts. "Both of these ships are older, the CR70 especially. I'm willing to bet I can streamline both of them quite a bit, really reduce the crew needed for each."

"Could you do that on any other of our ships?" I asked, wondering why this had never come up before.

"No, they are already pretty streamlined," She explained, shaking her head. "The Intervention and Loyal Hound are already pretty efficient, and the Chariot is small enough that its crew is naturally small."

"Right. Well, spend as much time as you need figuring that out. Any position you can shave off is another job we don't need to fill, which means one less mouth to feed and bank account to pay out."

"Sure thing, Boss!"

I hung around the hangar for a while, talking to Miru and discussing some of the options for the crew, as well as what we would need in terms of supplies for working on the ship. After a while, I escaped, feeling the wear and tear of being on a mission for so long starting to weigh on me. It wasn't that we had been constantly busy. Quite a bit of the last week or two had been waiting around for things to happen, after all. Instead, it was that I was always in charge, worrying about multiple things, stressed out about oncoming conflicts, and everything else that went along with leadership. The entire operation had taken its toll, and I was exhausted.

As I made my way to my room, passing by several members of the team as they settled in as well, I couldn't help but smile and remember how nervous I had been about first leading the team, back when it was just Tatnia, Nal, Miru, and myself. Now, I was in charge of around forty people, and we were hunting down slavers and pirates.

I grabbed a snack before closing myself off in my room to rest. We had a lot of work to do, but that could wait a day or so for everyone to recover.
 
Chapter 132
The following day was a day of recovery and catching up, with my only real goal being to make the rounds of the station and see how everyone was doing. My first stop was Pola, who I found in his workshop, tinkering with something that made me very excited.

"Where did you find that?" I asked, surprising the skittish engineer.

On one of his central workstations was a pair of Clone trooper jetpacks. Beside them was a similar-looking device, as well as a smaller metal pack I didn't recognize.

"For the clone equipment, I made a bid on a holonet site that specializes in military gear," He explained. "T-technically they are both decommissioned, but I wasn't really interested in getting them to work, just how they functioned."

"How much did that set us back?" I asked curiously, examining the mandalorian-inspired design.

"Three thousand credits for both of them," He explained.

"I'm seeing a bit of a pattern. Do you want to fill me in?" I asked, gesturing to all three devices on the table, trying my best to keep my expectations reasonable.

"Well… with the beskar almost completely run out, I decided to spend my time working on improving the armor that already exists," He explained, stepping away from whatever he was working on to talk. "And after brainstorming with the team-"

"The team?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, Vaz, Pyre, and Bolt," He answered, continuing when I didn't look away. "Pyre and Bolt are the two clones who help around the shop. Should be here soon to help with maintenance."

At that, he gestured to a few crates by the wall, which I recognized as crates we used to carry our armor during downtime.

"A-nyway, we talked about it and decided that if we really wanted to improve the armor, then adding some maneuverability would take it to the next level," He said, running his hands through his hair. "Pyre apparently had some experience with the clone trooper jetpack system, so we started with those. But they have some serious limitations."

"I imagine they are volatile?" I asked, the younger engineer nodding in agreement.

"They can be, but they are also imprecise. They are great for leaps and launches, but fine control gets a lot more iffy. Vaz claims that the type Mandolorians prefer to use can get some precise movements, but those are even more expensive and difficult to master," He explained. "They also require very specific fuel, need to be regularly maintained, and, like you said, they are volatile. We decided it wasn't worth it, not when there were other options.

He walked around the table, standing on the side opposite of me. He gestured to the pack I didn't recognize.

"T-this is a T-8 Repulsor Pack. It generates a precise repulsor field strong enough to lift three hundred and fifty pounds. I-it's also significantly more stable and agile than the jetpack," He explained. "Honestly, it's better than the jetpack in almost every guard, save for speed and price. It's... kind of expensive."

"You know my opinion on spending money on things when it comes to giving our people an advantage," I said, tugging on the collar of my very nice, very expensive uniform.

"I know, Boss, which is why we ultimately decided the repulsors packs were the way to go," He assured me. "Right now, we are trying to work out a way to affix it to the backs of the heavy armor without the straps, as that would only get in the way. We also want a release switch so they can be disengaged manually or on command."

"And how's that going?"

"Pretty well, actually. Having some extra hands on the team is really helping," He admitted with a smile. "Vaz and I are really learning as we go, but Pyre and Bolt both have some real experience with engineering, repair, and armor upkeep. We are learning a lot from each other."

"That's good. We are seeing a big recruitment drive coming in soon, so let me know when you need more people to keep up with everything."

"Yes, Boss," he said with a serious nod before looking confused for a moment. "Where was I? Oh, right, we are waiting for a shipment of five packs to be picked up by the supplies team so we can start affixing them to the armor and start letting you guys try them out."

"Is getting enough for everyone going to be difficult?"

"No, but the supplies team might be annoyed for getting sent all over the place," He admitted with a wince. "I-it's hard to find more than a few of them at a time."

"Hmm... I'll reach out to them and see if they need help," I asked, frowning at the thought. "Might need to buy a new freighter and have that working as well."

We talked a bit more before Vaz and Bolt showed up to start helping with repairs and maintenance. See that I would just be in the way, I thanked all of them for their hard work before leaving the workshop behind.

After that, I spent some time checking on some of the other clones working around the station, making sure they didn't need anything and were all set. As I did, I idly inspected the Rebellion's progress on the station's repairs. To my surprise, it seemed that they had completed all of the high-priority work. With the station no longer in danger of catastrophic failure, they had cut the number of people working on the station by at least half. I was surprised they had gotten so much done, with the remaining repairs progressing at a slower but still steady pace.

The station was running at full power, and its shields and weapons, at least the weapons that could be salvaged, were repaired and powered up. Any holes in the hull were patched and reinforced, though with the shields up and running, some spots remained unarmored. In total, the station was functioning at its fullest capacity. There was still work to be done, especially in clearing and fixing up the rooms affected by micrometeor impacts and damage from the original Clone Wars battle.

After inspecting the station, I made my way to the muifincent, both to see how it was going there and to see my droid reserves. The droid repair facilities were finally up and running, and I could already see some new droids set aside in our storage rooms. I also shook hands with some of the repair teams, who promised they would get faster as they got used to the systems and the new space.

After watching them deliver a basically refurbished B1 unit into one of our storage rooms, I noted that we still had row after row of B2s and naval droids, as well as a few BX commando droids with marks on them, labeling them as intact but potentially damaged.

It took me a few minutes to find the man in charge of the repair facility, but when I did, I made him an offer. In exchange for half of the B1s that they would have normally given to us as a part of the original deal, I wanted them to go over all of our marked droids. Their main priority was to inspect each droid and confirm whether or not it was fit for work. They would do minor repairs if necessary, but if the droid had any major faults, they would put it aside for use as spare parts. The idea was to clear up space and prepare more droids for use without pulling Miru or anyone she worked with away from their projects.

The man eagerly agreed, happy to get access to more B1s. Apparently, the use of the combat droids, even the B1s, had been so useful for the Rebellion that they were already looking for ways to improve the B1s into more formidable weapons. They were even thinking about designing their own droid to produce independently. A lofty goal but not a bad idea.

He also warned me that I should expect more Separatist asset raids soon. Apperently, with the success of the CIS droids and equipment, the Rebellion was eager to find more. Their real hope was finding some sort of production facility, but any asset would be a positive gain.

With a new deal struck, I left the mostly repaired munificent behind, heading back to "our" section of the station. I was greeted by Ahsoka, who, apparently, had been looking for me.

"Luke's break rotation is almost over, so he will be leaving soon," She explained. "Would you be willing to spend some time sparring? Helping him learn?"

"Of course, I would be happy too," I confirmed with a smile. "Let me go get changed, and I'll join you... where would we meet?"

"There is a series of training rooms…" She trailed off as I looked at her, confused. "Wait, did you not know you had training rooms?"

"Ahsoka, we are lucky I know which way is up," I countered, shaking my head. "I work out the big problems and remember the important stuff. Everything else is Tatnia's problem."

She chuckled, and we split up, with me heading to my room to grab some workout-appropriate clothes. When I arrived, I was surprised to find a rather large room, a rarity in a space station. At least, save for the hangars. As I stepped in further, I realized it was a combination of a high-tech gym and training area, one angled specifically for soldiers. There was a shooting range, sealed behind a series of viewing windows along a far wall, a climbing wall, different equipment, plenty of which I didn't recognize. It also had a large space off to the side, where I spotted Luke and Ahsoka waiting/

"Good to see you, Luke," I said as I got closer, eventually sharing a handshake with him. "You ready?"

"Yeah! It's always good to have real people to spare with,"

"Oh, you managed to get your hands on a training droid then?" I asked as we made our way to the cleared area.

"Yeah, it's been great to practice with when I can, but there's just something about working with you or Ahsoka."

I nodded in understanding, and we chatted a bit more before eventually starting to spar. We started out light, working through some minor stuff to stretch and get ready before we started to fight "For real." I used a fake plastic blade, while both Luke and Ahsoka used training lightsabers that Ahsoka made.

It was obvious that Ahoksa had not been joking when she said Luke was making a ridiculous amount of progress. The young Force user had gotten considerably better at sinking himself into the Force. His swordsmanship was making leaps and bounds as well, his raw talent shining through. I did, however, notice something as we fought.

Perhaps it was a symptom of learning from Ahsoka, who fought with two blades, or perhaps it was just a natural leaning, but I could see he was shifting in a particular way.

"Luke… have you considered making a shoto saber?" I asked as we took a break, all three of us breathing heavily and sweating. "I can't help but feel you would benefit from something in your offhand."

I knew that, in some of the many Legends books, he would occasionally bring out a smaller secondary saber, at least when the situation required it.

"He does seem to be leaning that way, but maybe just as something to defend with," Ahsoka suggested.

"Defensive… what about a shield?" I suggested. "Something to block with while you attack with your lightsaber?"

"A shield?"

Rather than try to explain, I quickly cast Conjure Fighter, who appeared wielding the standard sword and board combo.

"Like this guy," I explained. "It's a classic combo from where I'm from. It's actually kind of surprising that I've never heard of a Jedi using one…"

"Probably the same reason we didn't usually wear armor," Ahsoka guessed with a shrug. "The Jedi believed they didn't need it, not when the Force was protecting them."

"If that was true, then no Jedi would ever die," I pointed out. "The Force can't stop everything."

"I… kind of like the idea," Luke admitted, running a hand through his short hair. "I'll think about it."

"Maybe have someone fabricate something for you so you could see how it feels. If you like it while sparing, come back here, and I'll have one made for you that uses the same stuff our armor does," I offered. "I'd offer to do it now, but we just ran out."

"You realize with the new, incoming recruits you're hoping to find, you're going to need a lot more, right?" Ahsoka pointed out.

"I know, trust me," I said, shaking my head. "I have an idea, but I want to give the Rebellion a chance to come up with something first. My idea is a bit of a big step."

"What's your idea?"

"Kill Jabba the Hutt and steal everything not nailed down in his palace," I said with a shrug.

Both Luke and Ahsoka's eyes went wide at my casual declaration before immediately questioning my sanity. It was easy to understand Luke's issue. He had grown under the rule of Jabba's crime syndicate, and he definitely had an overinflated fear connected to the crime lord. He would obviously get over that eventually, but for now, the Hutt was this big, daunting, unkillable evil. Ahsoka, on the other hand, had grown up learning that the Hutt's were untouchable because of the chaos that taking them on would bring.

"Do either of you like Jabba the Hutt?" I asked during a lull, waiting for both of them to respond negatively. "Neither of you disagree that he is a monstrous criminal who needs to be put down?"

Now, they attempted to counter me, but I waved them off.

"Jabba the Hutt is not some sort of unholy lynchpin, and he isn't unkillable," I said, shaking my head. "I'm not delusional to think that killing him would suddenly make everything cool days and rainbows on Tatooine. But killing him and robbing him blind would crack his power base into pieces, shifting the balance of power. With any luck, the region would calm down when the fires burn out."

"And what if the people who replace him are worse?" Ahsoka asked, her eyebrow raised as if she had just won the argument.

"Then we kill them too. Ahsoka, I can literally hear the old, detached Jedi masters speaking through you right now," I said, rubbing my face. "He is an evil fucker who is profiting from the pain and suffering of literal millions. Now, there's a lot of bad shit in this galaxy, and I can't stop it all. But what I can do is make the most of every opportunity I have to make it a little bit of a better place. And killing Jabba the Hutt would be one hell of a good thing."

"And what of the chaos that follows when you kill him?" Ahsoka asked.

"And what of the suffering that will continue if we don't?" I retorted. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not some paragon of goodness here. We would be taking him on for pretty selfish reasons, after all. But don't let yourself think that killing him wouldn't be a good thing."

For a long moment, we sat there in silence, sipping from bottles of water, continuing to recover from our most recent bout of sparring. Eventually, after nearly a minute, I spoke again.

"I don't blame you for disagreeing with me, Ahsoka. The debate about the greater good versus the immediate good is one as old as time," I admitted with a shrug. "And like I said, I don't get to act like I have some sort of moral high ground. All I can say is that as far as acceptable targets go, a slaving, drug peddling, smuggling, murdering, raping sack of shit is pretty high up there."

Again, we were quiet for a while, the intensity of my words making the silence much heavier. After a long moment I sighed and shook my head.

"C'mon. Let's cool off for a bit. Between the workout and the discussion, I think we've earned a break." I said as I stood up, turning to hold out my hand to her, looking into her eyes.

"Sounds good," Luke said from beside us, startling both Ahsoka and me, which he seemed to notice and acknowledge with a smirk. "What, I assume that invite was for me, too, right?"

Ahsoka snorted and took my hand, letting me help her to her feet.

"Fine, let's go get something to eat," She said with a smile. "I'm starving."
 
Chapter 133
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Officially done with our spar, the three of us headed down to the Skyforged living space. We had a steady rotation of actual food, something the Rebellion lacked, especially on this station. Rather than just throw something together, I took over the kitchen and decided to finally do something I had been dying to try since I arrived in the Star Wars universe.

I was gonna recreate pizza.

This attempt was more than a few weeks in the making. First, I started putting together a list of what I wanted, which I brought to our quartermaster. I had assumed it would be a long, complicated process of finding stuff to replace the ingredients I was used to. Surprisingly, as I talked to the quartermaster, he assured me almost all of what I needed existed. Wheat was grown on Lothal and several other agriworlds, so of course flour existed as well.

Obviously, mozzarella didn't exist, but the galaxy had thousands of different cheese types made by hundreds of other planets. The quartermaster assured me that finding a mild, meltable cheese would be easy. Tomatoes also actually existed, though I would have to make my own sauce. Thankfully, that was a relatively straightforward process as long as I wasn't determined to make one that was super deeply flavored. At least, not without a whole lot of prep time.

They even had instant rising powder, an additive that removed the need to wait for the dough to rise. It was intended for bread making, but I'm sure it would work here.

As I cooked in the kitchen space near our quarters, Luke and Ahsoka sat nearby at the table. Luke was fiddling with his lightsaber, the energy cell out, as he cleaned and inspected the shell. I spotted what he was doing, and after sparing a look at Ahsoka, I decided to

speak up,

"Luke… would you like to make your own saber?" I asked, the young adult jerking his head up to me, his eyes wide. "I know that that is your father's saber, but you might connect better with your own."

"I… I don't know how," He admitted, looking at Ahsoka with wide eyes. "Ahsoka explained the basic stuff like Kyber crystals and how to maintain my dad's, but…"

"A Jedi's weapon is important to them," I explained. "While they should be able to fight with most or no weapons, the lightsaber is a symbol, a powerful tool. Finding your own crystal and constructing your own lightsaber will help you connect more deeply with it."

"I… might know someone who can help with that," Ahsoka admitted. "I could teach you the basics…But they would be the best option. I would need to find them, however."

"I can help with that. Finding things just happens to be something I'm good at," I commented. "And you would need a Kyber crystal. One that resonates with you,"

"How would I get one of those? Ahsoka said that the Jedi got theirs from Ilium, and the Empire locked that planet down."

"There are dozens, if not hundreds, of sources of Kyber crystal in the galaxy," I responded. "All crystals that are in tune with the Force are considered Kyber, which means technically any place with a heavy force presence can technically grow them, though the conditions still need to be right. I know of one location where there are crystals, plenty of them, but I also know of a few other potential places."

"Where?! "He asked, sounding excited. "I thought… I was worried that future Jedi would struggle to find their crystals..."

"Even if they did, there are other solutions," I assured him. "But if you're about to go on a quest for your saber… I want to come with you."

"What? Why?" He asked, sounding confused. "I can't imagine it would be very fun."

"One, I can almost guarantee something is going to happen. The chances of this going cleanly are damn near zero," I assured him, Ahsoka nodding in agreement while Luke looked confused. "Second, if my first location doesn't have anything that you could match to, you're going to need my help finding the other locations."

"I… guess?" He said. "I would need to contact General Syndulla to get time off, but…"

"I'm also going because Falia should come with us, so she needs an escort," I pointed out. "She obviously isn't ready to build a lightsaber, but she can keep the crystal with her until she is."

"... If it's going to be a group trip… Then I believe I have someone we should invite as well," She said. "An old friend who I recently rescued from deep in the Unknown Regions."

"Who?" I asked, looking confused and wracking my brain, trying to figure out who she could be talking about.

"Oh? I half expected you to already know," She said, a small smile on her lips. "Ezra Bridger. He sacrificed himself in the process of stopping Admiral Thrawn-"

I cursed, the sudden name drop causing me to drop the spoon I was using to mix the simple tomato sauce, spattering me with hot tomato juice. Both Luke and Ahsoka looked at me with concern, but I waved their looks away. Luke shrugged and accepted the dismissal, but Ahsoka locked eyes with me, giving me a look that told me she could feel how unsettled I was. Eventually, she looked away, dropping it for the moment.

"Ezra managed to persuade a pod of purrgil to pull Thrawn's ships into hyperspace. The Chimera, Thrawn's flagship, was badly damaged, but Ezra was still captured. He was tortured for information and then locked away. Sabine Wren and I rescued him after I recovered from a… previous issue."

"Well… Where is he?" I asked. "I can't imagine he was in good shape after returning from being in Thrawn's hands."

"He wasn't, but he is doing better. He is adapting to his prosthetics, and the facial reconstruction surgery was successful."

I shook my head, and for a while, the room was quiet, the heavy topic sucking the energy out of the room. I began putting together the pizza itself, pouring the sauce and adding the cheese. I considered attempting to put some sort of meat topping, but I decided it was best to keep it simple at first. Once I slid the pizza into the oven, I set a timer and dropped into a seat beside Ahsoka.

"He should come with us, then. I'm willing to bet finding a crystal that he resonates with will help him get over what he went through," I pointed out, Ahsoka nodding in agreement. "Unless Luke would prefer to go at this alone?"

"No, the more the merrier," He said with a smile. "I would love to meet Ezra as well. I've heard good things about him. Plus another trained force user..."

"Great. Then it sounds like we have a good old-fashioned Jedi adventure," I said with a smirk. "When we are done eating, I'll start talking to Tatnia about what's going on. I've been looking for an opportunity to have her and some others run missions on their own since I can't run everything, and this is a great opportunity to do that. We can take the Starcaller since it would have more than enough room for everyone."

We agreed and settled down to wait for lunch. Luke reassembled his father's lightsaber, and I served them slices of pizza before sitting down with my own. Unsurprisingly, the meal was a massive success, and both of the pies that I made were devoured. I made a note to get more ingredients so I could make more for the team later.

Once we were done eating, we split up to complete our tasks, eager to get the ball rolling. I needed to talk to Tatnia and Nal, while Luke, who was very eager to find his own Kyber crystal and construct his own saber, needed to contact his superiors. Ahsoka was confident they would give him the time, especially since General Syndulla had the final say. Ahsoka went to her ship, the T-6 shuttle she arrived in, to gather and consolidate some of the info we would need for the first half of the trip, finding Ahsoka's expert on lightsaber crafting. I honestly had no idea who she was talking about, so I hoped she had enough for me to cast Clairvoyance with.

She also needed to reach out to Ezra, who was apparently still on Lothal with Sabine Wren.

I didn't plan on leaving that day, but it was clear there was a level of eagerness for everyone. Ahsoka was, despite her trepidation, clearly enjoying the process of training and helping Luke find his way, and Luke was unsurprisingly eager to prove himself in any way he could. I was interested for no other reason than it promised to be an adventure… plus, finding another stable source of Kyber crystals meant a lot to the sustainability of my enchanting. Plus, it was hard not to want to go on a lightsaber crafting journey. They had always played a huge role in so many of the books.

When I finally found Tatnia, she was enjoying her downtime with Julus. After I revealed I knew they were together, they seemed to have stopped hiding it, which was probably for the best considering how poor a job they were doing in the first place.

"Tatnia, do you mind if I interrupt your downtime for some business talk?" I asked, sitting down on the far corner of a couch, facing the couple.

"Sure, Boss. What's going on?" She asked, leaning forward from her spot beside Julus.

"Ahsoka, Luke, and a few other people are going on a Force-related mission, looking for their Kyber crystals," I explained. "It's likely to take a week at least. They will be visiting that place, but the journey might not end there."

"Okay… I'm sensing a heavy addition there, Boss."

"That's 'cause there is. I'll be going with them."

She looked at me for a moment before reaching for a remote and turning off the holo-projector that had been playing in the background so she could focus on me.

"Why?" She asked, now in full business mode. "We need to go on our recruitment drive."

"I fully trust you and Nal to do that, and you both know I'm a bit too much of a softy to really be any help," I pointed out, shaking my head. "When you've selected a group you like, I can come in after and show them magic, as well as use the Calm spell on them to make sure everything is good. Other than that, I'm useless."

"I think you are underestimating your ability to attract quality people, but fine, I understand what you mean," She admitted. "Why do you feel the need to go with them?"

"Besides them needing my help to locate stuff?" I asked, getting a nod in return. "We are looking at the seeds of the new Jedi Order, Tatnia. This is a group of people who could potentially grow into a massively important faction in the future. They would form the core, the very heart of the New Jedi Order. When we talk about getting in on the ground floor and making important friends? This is that. Besides, traveling around with this many Jedi means something is going to happen. I have no idea what, but with the right person on board, it could also be a major opportunity."

Tatnia looked at me for a long moment before eventually nodding in understanding. Part of me suspected she had realized I was working with a bit extra information than even I let on. I was careful, at least I thought I was, not to say things that had to do with the future, at least not as a solid fact. But Tatnia was smart, and out of everyone, she had heard the most of my little tidbits of information.

In truth, I desperately wanted to work myself as close to the New Jedi Order as I could. They were the center of so much of the galaxy's issues for a long time, and being around to whisper into Luke's ear about Kyp Durron or Corran Horn would lead to massive shifts. Not to mention, being good friends with Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master and Hero of the Rebellion, would open a lot of doors.

Seeing that this was important, Tatnia agreed to gather everyone for a quick meeting where I explained that I would be away for a while, investing in our friends and potential future assets. As we talked, we discussed what we would be up to. First, Nal and Tatnia would travel on the Talos Chariot to a few well-known recruitment planets in the Mid and Outer Rims. They would have two clone troopers and some BX droid support to cover them. Meanwhile, Vaz and Julus would work with the Clone Trooper ground team, as well as the Intervention and the Loyal Hound, to work on bounties. They would also help move around repair materials should Miru figure out what she needed while I was gone.

Tatnia would be in command of one mission, and Vaz would be in command of the other. I was worried that Lieutenant Rider would be upset if I handed over command to her, but he happily accepted her leadership. Apparently, she made an impression during her time on the Loyal Hound.

With a general plan set, I passed command of the Skyforged Vanguard over to Tatnia, who rolled her eyes at the over-the-top salute I gave her. She promised to gather some serious recruits but added that we would need to do some serious asset gathering when I got back.

"If you want everyone to have the same uniforms and equip any potential ground teams with our heavy armor, we need more metal," She pointed out, and I nodded in agreement.

"I know. I have a couple of ideas, but I think we should discuss them when I get back," I said, really not wanting to mention Jabba right before I left for a while. "Until then, focus on getting the best you can. Starfighter pilots and repair crews first. We are already putting way too much on Miru as it is, we need to give her some people to work with."

We discussed Tatnia's plans for a bit longer before we went our separate ways. My second-in-command went to spend the rest of the day relaxing, as much as she could with the new responsibility at least. Meanwhile, I went to prepare for the trip. I quickly packed a bag but left it in my room before heading out and moving my armor, newly gone over by Pola, to one of the Starcaller's bedrooms.

The rest of the day was spent touching base with everyone who wasn't at the meeting, discussing what was going on, and warning them about my absence. They were surprised that I would be leaving, but no one doubted the importance of supporting our Jedi friends.
 
One majorly important food down, next item?
Korean or Japanese fired chicken. (seriously, if you haven't had either, give it a try.)

Also yea, if they don't end up in a life threatening adventure, would it really be a (group) jedi adventure would it?
The more force users, the more dramatic it must be. Doubly so if one of the members is part of the Skywalker bloodline.
 
Whispering in future Luke's ear about Kyp and Corran, good, good...
But have you considered whispering to him about Kyle Katarn? The leather shoulder pauldron cannot be denied!! Think of all the 'stealth' missions to be fulfilled! Stormtroopers don't traumatize themselves y'know!
 
Chapter 134
The following morning, I stepped out of my room to find Tatnia and Ahsoka waiting for me, both of them chatting amicably about potential bounties that the team might chase while Ahsoka and I were gone. When I stepped out, carrying a bag of clothes for myself, I nodded to them.

"Morning. You guys ready?" I asked.

"Hardly going to be much different," Tatnia said with a shrug. "Might even be easier not having to watch out for you."

"Hardy har har, I'm sure you guys will miss me," I said haughtily before chuckling and patting her on the shoulder. "Everything will be fine. You guys are smart, and you can absolutely handle this."

She nodded, and I looked at Ahsoka, who smiled. Before I could ask if she was ready, she guessed what I was going to say and answered.

"We are waiting on you, Boss," She said with a smirk. "Luke is already at the Starcaller. We will be picking up Falia from Alpha Base. Sheora is still there, and she has agreed to let her go with us alone."

"And split from her brother?" I asked as we walked, heading to the smaller hangar where the Starcaller was docked.

"Falia is mature for her age, a symptom of having to take care of her brother and survive on the streets," Ahsoka explained, and I nodded in understanding. "She recognizes that, now that they are safe, they are a bit too reliant on each other. She hates doing it, but she is worried that her brother won't be able to be independent if they don't learn how to separate."

"So she thinks the best way to fix that is to separate entirely for a week, maybe weeks?" I asked. "I assumed we would be bringing him with us and that we could help ease them apart as we went."

"I said she was mature, not that she wasn't still a child," She pointed out. "I explained that to her, and Claron will be joining us."

"Sounds good. How about Ezra?"

"He will also be joining us," She said, now smiling. "We will have to pick him up from Lothal."

As we finally entered the hangar, we were joined by an already waiting Miru, who collided with me and gave me a large hug. Behind her was the Starcaller, already going through its startup checks.

"I'll be back eventually," I assured her. "And in the meantime, you're going to be busy with all the new repair droids, parts, and staff to work on our ships."

"Yeah, I know," She said, pulling away. "You just said you weren't sure when you'd be back, so I thought...."

"As in, we were not sure if it would be in one week or two," I explained to her, patting her shoulder. "We should be back before two weeks are up, don't worry. In all honesty, if we are gone for two weeks and still not done, we will probably make our way back anyway. Two weeks is a while, so I would want to take a break, regroup, and figure out our next step."

"Good plan," Luke agreed, climbing down from the entry ramp of the Starcaller. "General Syndulla said to take all the time I needed, but she probably didn't mean that literally."

Miru smiled at the Force-sensitive, walking to him to greet him with a hug, which he returned. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Tatnia, who shrugged.

We chatted for a few minutes before saying our final goodbyes, boarding the freighter, and closing the entry ramp. I dropped my stuff off in the same bedroom with my armor before making my way to the bridge to find Luke and Ahsoka already sitting in their seats. The cockpit was just as well maintained and modified as the rest of the ship, with Ahsoka sitting in the central pilot's seat. It was pulled back and raised compared to the two others, letting it see out of the entire viewport.

There was also a familiar-looking blue detailed astromech sitting by a scomp interface system. It R2-D2, the true main character of Star Wars, in the metal shell.

"Hello, R2-D2," I said as I walked past. "It's nice to finally meet you. I'm Deacon Roy."

The droid warbled, his dome spinning to focus on me, letting out a series of chirps and whistles before focusing back on his task, which I had to assume was getting the jump data ready.

Leaving the droid to his work, I looked around the cockpit, seeing that Luke was in the copilot's seat, which left the gunner's seat for me, which was good because it was the only station that I could realistically use.

"Alright, we got greens all across," Luke confirmed, looking back and up at Ahsoka. "Ready when you are."

She nodded and slowly eased the ship up off the hangar bay floor and out the magfield, into open space. R2-D2 warbled and confirmed hyperspace coordinates were set in and ready to go, confirmation blinking through all of the screens, including the ones in front of me.

We flew out away from the station, doing a wide loop around it to orient ourselves. Then we left it behind, flying out past the Huntress, which gave us what basically equated to a thumbs-up message to let us know they knew we were close. As we passed by them, Ahsoka engaged the hyperdrive, and we made the jump to lightspeed. Once we were set, Luke turned around, his seat spinning with him.

"This is one heck of a ship, Deacon," He said, looking up and around the cockpit. "Miru was giving me a tour before you guys showed up. Lots of good work. Where did you get it from?"

"We bought it off a guy who used most of his money to invest back into his ship," I explained. "A wandering trader of sorts. It was expensive but worth it."

"Wait, you actually bought it?" He asked, feigning surprise. "I thought you guys only stole your ships."

"We would if we could," I said with a smirk. "But this ship, along with the freighter we have running supplies, are supposed to be clean so they don't draw attention. This one is clean so it can smuggle stuff, and the Staggered Bantha is clean so it can buy stuff without drawing attention."

"The Rebellion does something similar with a rotation of freighters," Ahsoka added. "They provide a significant portion of our supplies."

The three of us chatted for a while, discussing the supply issues that the Rebellion was nearly constantly dealing with, as well as what I would soon be dealing with should the Skyforged Vanguard continue to grow. Eventually, the topic shifted back to our trip.

"So, where are we going, exactly?" Luke. "Alpha base is our first stop, but Ahsoka, you said you had a lightsaber specialist?"

"I think I do," She said, tapping a few controls on the console before leaning back in her chair. "The Jedi Order had a tradition involving the construction of a youngling's first lightsaber, called the Gathering. It involved going to Illum, opening your senses, and locating a crystal that spoke to you. It even occasionally involved visions from the Force."

"Is Falia ready for that?" I asked, leaning back comfortably in the gunner's seat.

"For finding her crystal?" Ahasoka asked. "I will spend some time teaching her to open her senses when we leave. The method is basic, and she is older than me when I found my first crystal."

"Alright, that's good."

"Either way, after they found their crystal, they were taken back to Coruscant on a ship called the Crucible, where a droid called Professor Huyang assisted them in constructing their first lightsaber."

"A droid?" Luke asked, raising an eyebrow. "I know how impressive droids can be, more than most since I have R2, but teaching young Jedi how to make their lightsabers? That seems... almost counterintuitive?"

"By the time of the Clone Wars, Professor Huyang had been teaching Jedi how to build their lightsabers for a thousand generations," Ahsoka explained, a nostalgic smile dancing on her lips. "He had a way of helping younglings past their issues, teaching them important lessons along the way. He was so old that our history logs were filled with anecdotes that he dictated. He was even famous for telling a story called "History of the Galaxy Parts One, Two, and Three. We loved them, though I always loved the first one the most. We… also have a bit of a history."

I couldn't help but smile with her, getting a peak at the woman underneath as Ahsoka recalled her history. After a moment, she seemed to realize she was reminiscing, and she coughed, looking away from us.

"He was reliable, and… Anyway, he was a cornerstone of Jedi tradition. If we could recover him, it would be a huge benefit for future generations."

"Do you have any leads?" I asked. "And any pictures of him? I'll need both."

"Yes, I have both," She assured me with a nod. "Though, I'll admit, the lead is... a bit strange. One of the most popular stories he would tell was of a Jedi saving a princess with an enormous bounty placed on her head by a criminal syndicate. It's a long story, but at the midpoint, they were looking for an empty planet to take refuge on. They first attempt to hide on a random planet, only for people to recognize the princess's identity and immediately try to capture her. They manage to find a ship, but they are chased as they escape the planet. The Jedi submerges themselves into the Force and makes an emergency blind jump, dropping out of hyperspace around an unknown planet that neither of them recognized. They landed, only to find an ancient Jedi temple, one with enough resources to fix their ship and heal their wounds. It was supposed to be a lesson in trusting the Force, but…"

"You think it was a real planet?"

"I do. Something about the way he describes it… it was different from his other stories. It felt more real," She explained. "At the time, I just thought it was something different in the story, but now I think he was describing a real planet."

"But it was a blind jump," Luke said with a frown. "Could Jedi could really do that?"

"The Exploration Corps would use the Force to navigate all the time," I explained. "And nothing is impossible when you're one with the Force. Few can do it on purpose, but plenty of Jedi experience moments of complete connection when the whole of the Force flows through them."

"That's basically how Huyang described it," Ahsoka agreed. "I know it is an insane stretch, but something about it feels right. I believe the Force is drawing my attention to it."

"I assume you have more than just the story, though," I said, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "I don't feel like betting our lives on a random jump. No offense."

"None taken, I don't think I could even try to guess a safe jump path with the Force," She admitted, shaking her head. "Luckily, I know the location that they jumped from, as well the general amount of time that they were in hyperspace. With that information, I figure we could shrink the searching area enough for you to do the rest."

"I can work with that," I agreed. "Should be able to narrow it down pretty quickly."

After a few minutes of watching hyperspace and chatting, Luke eventually decided to head into the back and do some meditating, mostly to prepare for finding his crystal. R2 wheeled after him, leaving Ahsoka and I alone in the cockpit. It didn't take long for the Togruta to speak up.

"So… Do you have some experience with Thrawn?" She asked, turning her chair to look at me, a curious expression on her face. "Your reaction to him was pretty strong when I mentioned him yesterday."

"...Yeah, you could say that," I said. "You didn't, by any chance, kill him when you were out there, did you?"

"No, we tried to be as stealthy as possible," She admitted. "I was focused on getting Ezra out."

"Dang…" I said, trailing off. I was silent for a long while before shaking my head. "He is dangerous. Very dangerous. There are very few people in the Empire as dangerous as him. Isard and her backroom schemes, Pelleon and his ability to inspire and lead, Vader's iron fist and might…"

"You put Thrawn in the same category as Vader?" She asked, her eyes wide in surprise.

"They wield different weapons, but they are all just as dangerous," I explained with a shrug. "Thrawn is a once-in-a-millium genius. He outclasses anyone I could really think of. Certainly, anyone the Rebellion has on tap. What was he doing in the Unknown Regions?"

"He built a power block on a planet and essentially became its ruler, or governor," Ahsoka explained, shaking her head. "I don't know how he managed to take control that quickly, but his Star Destroyer was fully repaired. We rescued Ezra from a prison facility on the ground and left with a TIE squadron chasing us."

I frowned, chewing the inside of my cheek. Knowing that Thrawn was out there in the outer rim, doing whatever shady crap he wanted? That was scary, and it felt different from the story I knew, where he was deployed to the unknown regions under the Emperor's command.

"His ship was repaired, like good enough to return repaired?" I asked, Ahsoka nodding in confirmation. "That's concerning. I wonder if the Emperor knows where he is, or if he's gone AWOL."

"Not very likely, not with that many stormtroopers," Ahsoka responded. "Their allegiance to the Emperor is fanatical. They would never let him leave."

"He could be lying to them," I pointed out, only to shrug. "I don't know. It's something we are going to have to worry about later. Something tells me he is going to sit the current conflict out. Maybe he plans on trying to pick up the pieces once we win against the Empire."

She looked surprised by the idea, potentially because she hadn't really considered what would happen after we "won." I knew that killing the Emperor would be a big step to beating the Empire, shattering the government and military into smaller, more easily beaten chunks, but there was still a long road after we reached the end of this one. For a moment, she collapsed a bit, the weight of our goal, the Rebellion's goal, sitting heavily on her.

"Hey," I said, pulling her out of her thoughts. "One step at a time. Don't get bogged down by how long the road is, and just focus on getting to the next point on the map. For now, we are helping the next generation of Jedi, or equivalent Force wielders, take steps into their destiny. We can figure out what happens next tomorrow."

She let out a long breath and nodded, before tapping a few buttons on the ship's controls, standing from her seat and stretching.

"I'm going to get something to eat, maybe review some of the information I managed to find about Huyang," She explained, making her way to the cockpit door before looking behind at me. "I could use a hand?"

I smiled and nodded, standing up and following her out of the cockpit.
 
Chapter 135
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Ahsoka and I spent a while chatting over a small meal before she disappeared to her room, returning with a datapad. She placed it on the table and sat back down opposite me.

"The first thing we should do is confirm that he...well, that he still exists," I said with a wince. "You said you had an image of him?"

She nodded and wordlessly handed me her datapad. On the screen was an image of her and a few younglings. She couldn't have been more than fifteen in the image, and the smile on her face was full of hope. Standing behind her and the kids was a rather interesting-looking bipedal droid. He had a dome-like top on his head, cones on his ears, and almost a metal fu manchu. He was wearing some sort of backpack and leaning over like he was an old person, his arms folded behind his back.

"You did have history," I said, studying the image, eventually focusing on our droid target. "Is there a story there?"

"Yeah, you could say that," She responded with a chuckle. "Maybe I'll tell it to you sometime. Or, better yet, maybe Huyang will. He is a storyteller, after all."

I nodded, and when I was finally satisfied with memorizing the image, I cast Clairvoyance. The spell immediately caught on its target, with the floating arrow pointing off in some random direction.

"Well, the good news is that he exists in a state that is intact enough that he is still recognizable," I said with a frown. "Unfortunately, that's all I can really tell. That and it's not core-ward."

"That's enough for now," She said with a nod. "If he had been found. The Emperor would have ground him to scrap or kept him in a vault somewhere on Coruscant."

"Not necessarily. The Emperor has a few vaults around the galaxy," I explained. "But yes, his Jedi vault is on Coruscant."

"His what?" Ahsoka asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"He keeps trophies, like lightsabers and busts," I explained. "Jedi memorabilia that he likes to gloat over. Unfortunately, there isn't much we can do about that stuff…"

"I'm sensing a rather large addendum there," Ahsoka said, watching me carefully. "What do you know?"

"I may or may not know of another vault full of Jedi stuff," I admitted with a wince.

"What? Were?" She asked, her eyes wide.

"There is a Hutt on Nar Shaddaa who likes to collect Jedi stuff as well," I responded. "Grakkus. He has a pretty expansive collection."

"How expansive?"

"Lightsabers, an Aethersprite, Jedi artifacts, Holocrons…" I said, the last bit really catching her attention. "And… some Jedi remains."

I could see the excitement at the mention of holocrons almost immediately shifted to anger at the mention of the remains. It took her a moment to work past the shock, but when she did, her voice dropped an octave, and her whole body tensed.

"Why did you never mention this before?" She asked, her tone a warning that my answer better be a good one.

"Because as much as I want to support the Jedi," I said, gesturing to myself and then around in general since I was currently doing just that. "I wasn't about to drag my team back to Nar Shaddaa until we were ready."

"Deacon… That collection could change everything!" She said, reaching up and running a hand along her lekku. "Even ignoring the fact that he might have the bodies of some of my friends, those artifacts… the holocrons…"

"I know, trust me, I know. But as important as they are, they are not worth your life," I explained. "When we get back, give me some time to prepare and ask if anyone would be willing to volunteer. This is not just another heist. Grakkus has a tight fist on his home, is a brutal monster, and has had time to anticipate people coming to steal his shit."

She let out a long breath, eventually nodding in understanding.

"You're right, you're right. I... apologize for assuming the worst," She said, seeming to collapse into herself, leaning heavily into her chair. "I can't help but… My family is gone, Deacon. And to hear someone had stolen away their legacy…"

I stand and walk over to her, sitting beside her. I reach out and put my arms around her, pulling her into a hug. At first, she simply tenses up, but after a moment, she gives in and leans against me. It doesn't take long for my shoulder to feel damp.

"Your family lives on through you, Luke, Falia, and Ezra," I said softly. "I promise you I will help you gather information on Grakkus, and if it's possible to steal back his collection, I will be standing right beside you when we do."

For a long while, we sat there, Ahsoka letting go of an old-held grief. Eventually, without pulling her head off of my shoulder, she let out a long breath.

"Part of me, deep down inside, tells me that I shouldn't be grieving, not after what they did to me," She admitted, her voice soft, as if she didn't want me to hear. "They were so quick to throw me aside, people who I thought I could trust, who I thought trusted me."

"Of course you do," I said, that response getting her to shift and look up at me. "Emotions like that aren't kind enough to be simple and easy to figure out, Ahsoka. There's nothing wrong with feeling conflicted."

"A Jedi shouldn't let such things get to them," She responded, shaking her head and looking away.

We sat in silence again. I wracked my mind, trying to figure out what I could say, before remembering one of the older Star Wars stories.

"Do you know the old version of the Jedi Code? Before they bastardized it after the Old Sith Wars?"

"I… know there have been different versions over the ages, and I know they have varied over time," She admitted. "It sounds like you do, though."

"I do. Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force," I repeated, the words coming easier than I thought they would. "The old Jedi realized that having emotions was normal and okay, that letting them rule you was the error. Using them to pull the Force, to bend it to your will, was something that was dangerous, but having those emotions was only natural. While the modern code requires a Jedi to shed what made them alive, the old code acknowledges their existence and encourages you to rise above them."

"I… I like that. It's less restrictive than the code I was taught," She admitted. "And you're saying that I shouldn't feel guilty that I feel this way but that I should rise above it?"

"Exactly. I know it's easier said than done, but removing yourself from the emotions is like pretending it never happened. Rising above it requires you to acknowledge it and move on," I explained. "It's a much healthier way to handle things. The Jedi… they were just repressing things. That might work when the worst thing you encounter is a little smuggling, but…

As I was talking, I could feel myself starting to a tangent. Realizing that this was not the time or place for that, I stopped myself.

"I'm sorry, I'm being preachy," I said, shaking my head. "The Jedi had a lot of faults, but at the end of the day, the individuals just wanted to help. I shouldn't harp on them like that."

Ahsoka gave a wet chuckle, shaking her head.

" I don't disagree with you, Deacon. I've had a lot of time to consider where the Jedi Order went wrong," She pointed out. "What were you saying?"

"Well… before the Clone Wars, the Jedi could handle repressing their emotions because, in all honesty, how many truly terrible things did they have to deal with?" I explained. "But the war would have been too much. You were already seeing a spike in people turning to the dark side, just like you did during the conflict with the Mandalorians."

"There… were a lot more people turning during that time," She admitted, pulling gently away from me to sit up straight, sliding away just a bit. "Every one of them felt like losing a brother or sister."

"If I had to guess…. The Jedi Order would have torn itself to pieces even if the war hadn't ended how it did," I said with a frown. "There were too many Padawans and Knights exposed to too much death and violence, all of them trying to desperately to repress it, to pretend they didn't have emotions. The Order would have splintered into groups, with large swaths of them falling to the dark side, or at least a darker interpretation of the Jedi teachings, as the trauma bubbled up and twisted people."

"So what should we do differently?"

I jumped, having no idea that Luke had come out of his room to join us. I turned to watch him sit down across from us, where I had been sitting before. Ahsoka stayed perfectly still, so she must have felt him coming.

"You should be more aware of the existence of emotions. You should be more open to anger, not to let it control you, but because the best way to move past and beat something, is by understanding it. By knowing what scares you, what makes you angry, what you hate, you can learn to step beyond it and let things go, or at least acknowledge your weaknesses, so that you can compensate for them," I explained. "Honestly, including a professional psychologist, familiar with the dangers of the Force, with whatever order or group comes next is a solid bet."

"The Jedi had mind healers," Ahsoka pointed out.

"Maybe, but how often were they seen? And did they not just repeat the teachings in a different tone?" I asked. "The galaxy has been building up a lot of trauma, and for some reason… Those with powerful or special connections to the Force often get stuck in the middle of that trauma. If someone tries to revive the Jedi after this is all done, a lot of the people they will recruit are going to have real trauma. They will need help, not just the Force. "

Ahsoka was taken aback by my statement and opened her mouth to disagree… only to stop. She closed her mouth and looked thoughtful for a long moment before eventually shaking her head.

"I really wish I could deny that statement, but I'm finding it hard to," She admitted, looking particularly disturbed. "Why can't I say it's not true? Why does that feel true?"

"I don't know, but don't forget, they often do incredible good by being there," I pointed out. "Maybe they are there because the Force knows that without them there, the situation would spiral into something so much worse. Or maybe Force sensitives are drawn to the Shatterpoints, which are often in difficult moments. It's impossible to know."

The lounge area was quiet, save for the steady hum of the hyperdrive and the occasional warble of R2 as he interacted with the ship's computer.

"I know this is a lot," I admitted. "But let's focus on one thing at a time. Let's find Luke and the others their crystals, and then we can go back to Omega Station and discuss Grakkus. One step at a time."

Ahsoka and Luke nodded in agreement, though we did need to explain who Garkkus was and why they were important. Luke was particularly happy about the existence of so many holocrons, after Ahsoka explained what they were, as it meant teaching future Jedi would be significantly easier. Eventually, after continuing to talk for a few more hours, we went our separate ways, spreading out through the Starcaller. Despite assurances that she was fine, I could tell that our conversation weighed heavily on Ahsoka. Still, I hoped that it would help her move on, and that stealing the Jedi artifacts from Grakkus would help as well.

I did make sure to look up the Hutt on the Holonet, just to make sure he was still out and about. According to what I could find he was still living on Nar Shaddaa, just like he had for a long time.

The trip continued despite the emotionally draining discussion, and eventually, we dropped out of hyperspace around the planet that Alpha Base was built on. Rather than drop out of hyperspace in the thick of it, we pulled back by a considerable amount so that we had a chance to reach out, share passcodes, and warn them that we were incoming. They technically already knew we were, but that wouldn't stop a poorly trained, jumpy gunner from sending us to an early grave if we surprised them.

The transition from space to atmosphere, once we dropped out of hyperspace, only took about fifteen minutes, including the trip from our drop point to the planet. There were quite a few capital ships flying around, including one massive MC80 Star Cruiser and a trio of smaller MC30s. The MC80, in particular, looked familiar.

"What is the Home One doing here?" I asked with a frown, peering through the forward viewpoint. "Isn't that Admiral Ackbar's Flagship?"

"It is. The squadron was stationed there before we rotated to Omega Station," Luke said with a frown. "I wonder why it's here now, and with so little of its fleet. There are usually several dozen smaller ships with it. "



"You need to be careful dropping information like that, Deacon," Ahsoka warned with a frown. "Being able to identify a Rebellion ship on sight, despite having never seen it before, as well as the Admiral in command of that ship, is going to make people nervous. For some unholy reason, we don't question where you get this information from, but there are plenty of people who will."

"... Yeah, fair enough," I admitted. "Draven really wouldn't like that, would he?"

I could practically hear Ahsoka's eye roll from behind me as I name-dropped the Rebel Alliance's Head of Intelligence. Luke gave me a look as well, shaking his head before focusing on the console in front of him.

The pair of them guided the Starcaller down to the surface, where we landed around the outskirts of the Alpha Base mountain. Luke decided to stay on the ship while Ahsoka and I headed to find the young Force-sensitive and her sibling. It took a bit of cajoling, but I eventually convinced Ahsoka to wear her uniform, which she looked great in. More importantly than that, however, was that we put off a united front. It was impossible to deny that Ahsoka had joined the Skyforged, not when she was wearing our gear and with our symbol on it.

We made the walk from the base of the mountain to inside, where we were guided through the Rebel stronghold, through dozens of corridors, to a massive section of the mountain, the living quarters. I could tell that the space was new, freshly carved from the mountain, because of the roughly hewn walls and simple fixtures. Still, it was clear they were staying true to the idea of the base being incredibly tough, as the freshly carved rooms were heavily reinforced with durasteel frames and more.

Once we were in the living quarters, it didn't take long for us to find our way to the room where Sheora was staying with her recently rescued charges. I tapped a button on the door controls, basically ringing the doorbell. It took a few seconds to open, but when it did, it revealed Sheora. She looked good, having finally recovered fully from her rather harsh stay on Foless.

"Great, you guys are here," She said with a nod before turning back into the room. "You two behave yourself for a while, I've got to take these two to talk to some people."

Falia and Claron, both looking excited and impatient, nodded rapidly at her request.

"Good. It shouldn't be more than an hour or two, and when we are done, I'll walk you guys to the ship," She said with a smile before waving and turning to us. "As for you two, there are some people who want to meet you."

Ahsoka and I shared a look before I nodded.

"Very well," I said, stepping to the side to let her through. "Lead the way."
 
"I'm sorry, I'm being preachy," I said, shaking my head. "The Jedi had a lot of faults, but at the end of the day, the individuals just wanted to help. I shouldn't harp on them like that."
Thank you! So many people in fanfiction unironically agree with Anakin's tantrum argument in episode 3 (In my point of view, the Jedi are evil!) because they were unprepared to deal with Palpatine, Anakin, and the clone wars. Just because they were failed good guys doesn't mean they weren't good guys.
 
Has any mention of pairings come up in this thread? I don't remember seeing one but I don't always read the comments and this chapter kinda feels like a bonding experience for Deacon and Ahsoka to me and I think they'd make an interesting pair.
As well as being a little what a child of a mage and a force user would be like.
 
Has any mention of pairings come up in this thread? I don't remember seeing one but I don't always read the comments and this chapter kinda feels like a bonding experience for Deacon and Ahsoka to me and I think they'd make an interesting pair.
As well as being a little what a child of a mage and a force user would be like.

There hasn't as far as I remember, but I could see Deacon/Ahsoka working as a pair further down the line.
 
Quick question because I forgot, this story is canon mixed with legends right?

If so, will Ood Bnar be showing up?
A jedi scholar (head librarian) would be an amazing teacher, especially one from the old republic era.

Also will Deacon reveal Tython to them? It could make a great base considering it's a lost planet.
Edit: nevermind, I forgot that tython is a known location in canon
 
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Chapter 136
When the Rebel Alliance abandoned their base on Yavin IV, it meant that for quite some time, several months at least, the meetings and discussions of the top members of the Rebel Alliance had been relegated to sporadically few secure holomeetings, messages over secure subnet systems and even via courier. Sometimes, when time and security permitted, two or three members would meet and discuss pertinent news and topics. By and large, however, the most significant leaders of the Alliance functioned with very little in the way of communication.

With the establishment of Alpha Base, those leaders now had a secure place where they could all meet, though such gatherings were still rare. The drawback of using a rebel cell system to keep each other's movement as a whole secure was that removing a leader of that cell, even temporarily, could have the entire segment screeching to a halt. Still, these rare meetings were important.

At the moment, around three dozen people stood around a central circular table deep in the heart of Alpha Base. The table was carved from stone and decorated with intricate engravings that included words and phrases in Pak Pak. The room itself had once been opulently adorned with paintings and sculptures. Now, with the art and riches stripped down and sold, it was much more utilitarian. Originally, it was built as a secure meeting room, serving the Separatists and Nemodians as they discussed matters of profit and greed. Now, it served the Rebellion as a place to discuss their struggle to overthrow tyranny.

Around the table sat Chief of State Mon Mothma, with Princess Leia by her side, the experienced politician having taken the young royal hero under her wing. She was still a force to be reckoned with despite her young age, but Mon Mothma still had much to teach her.

Beside them was General Syndulla, followed by Mon Calamari Admiral Akbar, Clone Wars veteran General Dodonna, Head of Intelligence Draven, Minister of Finance Viscount Tardi, as well as General Rieekan, who was in charge of the Rebel forces at Alpha Base. Several commanders, other generals, and other influential members of the Rebel Alliance stood around the table as well.

"The Omega Station droid facility is quickly becoming an incredible asset," General Dodonna insisted, tapping the table in front of him. "Not only are they making good progress on the salvage of droids at the facility, but the clearing of space for droid production is proceeding ahead of schedule. By this time next year we may not need to purchase our droids from others, simply a portion of the parts for us to assemble."

Unsurprisingly, ever since the impressive use of droid assets in the rescue of the remaining Rebel forces from Yavin IV, their further use had been heavily discussed. Despite having fought tooth and nail against them during the Clone Wars, General Dodonna was their lead proponent, with General Syndulla backing him up.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," Minister Tardi said, reaching up to stroke his gray mustache. "While overhauling the already existing systems was both cost-effective and worth the credits, we have yet to see consistent proof there is any need for us to produce our own."

General Dodonna opened his mouth to disagree, but Chief Mon Mothma half up her hand.

"We have already dedicated considerable resources to Omega Station and the droid salvage facility," She said. "It would be prudent to be patient and see if upgrading the facility further is necessary. Draven, how goes the analysis of the CIS core?"

"The team I assigned has made decent progress, but they reiterate that progress will be slow, even with the added resources we allotted," He explained. "An… error by previous parties has partially put the core in high-security mode, meaning they must be careful, or the rest of the information would be deleted."

"I suggest we invest other resources into uncovering more forgotten CIS equipment," General Rieekan said. "I could list several battles that resulted in ships that are useless, but might hold hundreds, if not thousands, of droids."

"I find the idea of the naval droids to be particularly interesting," Admiral Ackbar said in his iconic, blubbery speech. "While I would hesitate to replace a large number of positions, replacing even five percent of the crew on the Home One would free two hundred and fifty souls to staff other ships. With negligible difference in combat efficiency."

"We might want to ask some of the clone officers who have joined us," General Syndulla suggested. "They dedicated their lives to fighting them. Chances are they have at least a few ideas of where to find more."

"Perhaps we should be focusing on that method," Draven suggested. "By finding a different source of droids, we could cut those damned Skyforged out of the deal."

"Draven, the Skyforged have proven to be trustworthy allies," General Syndulla stated with a slight scowel. "As… Strange as Deacon Roy's abilities might be, the Skyforged have been more than amicable, especially after the debacle with Loc."

"How have they proven that they are trustworthy?" Draven asked with a frown. "They refuse to join and charge money at every step."

"Not everyone is willing to dedicate their all to the cause. While we should praise those who do, vilifying those who don't will only leave our pool stagnant and empty," Admiral Akbar stated, shaking his head. "The reports I have read stated they have been more than fair with their rates and sales. Was that report false?"

"No, all the numbers reported were correct," General Syndulla confirmed. "The only time they weren't generous towards us was after discovering Private Loc's subterfuge. Thankfully, Deacon seemed happy to let the issue go with that."

"I'm also concerned with their connection to the Empire," Draven admitted, shaking his head as he changed tactics. "They have gained too much in so little time. It reeks of Imperial support behind the scenes!"

"Have your contacts reported anything about them?" General Rieekan asked, seeming genuinely curious.

"No, they have not," He reluctantly admitted. "But you know as well as I do that our list of reliable information gatherers is small, especially deep in Imperial Intelligence."

"While I understand why their meteoric rise is suspicious, neither Luke Skywalker nor Ahsoka Tano have detected any hints of betrayal or nefarious intentions," Princess Leia pointed out. "In fact, with Ahsoka having officially joined the group, surely that means we can trust them?"

"That is another issue!" Draven said, somehow ignoring the real point of the hypothetical question. "The group has already poached one of our assets, how-"

"Ahsoka Tano never had a firm part of the Rebellion to begin with," General Syndulla pointed out. "Her function as the Fulcrum was integral to the early days, but now her role is much less solidified. And even if that weren't true, she is still an individual, not 'our asset.'"

"Neither is Luke Skywalker," Princess Leia added, a rising steel in her voice, cutting off Draven's response. "Besides, Luke believes in the Rebellion, and he will never leave. Having met Deacon Roy and a handful of his crew myself, I feel confident saying he truly believes in the cause. He simply also recognizes his responsibility to his people."

"I… Of course, I apologize. That was not the best way to word that," He admitted, backpedaling to save face. "But that doesn't change the fact that Skyforged has been making moves on both of our Force-sensitive members. Just look how quick Skywalker was to commandeer Rebel forces to run a risky operation. Several ships from Blue Squadron received heavy damage, and Rogue Squadron took a week to get back into fighting shape, drawing their downtime out extensively. The Rebel Alliance cannot afford to throw away resources like that."

"Need I remind you that the mission was to save one of your Agents," General Syndulla pointed out. "As well as two innocent children."

"Need I remind you that I proposed a similar rescue mission and was shot down?" He reminded, now sounding frustrated. "Even with Ahsoka's plea, any mission to rescue Agent Sheora and her charges was declared too costly. And yet, because Skywalker is friendly with the Skyforged, it's alright that he and Princess Leia commandeered Alliance assets and went anyway?"

The silence that followed was much heavier, the truth of his words provided weight despite his aggressiveness.

"While not incorrect, you are missing several points," Mon Mothma pointed out calmly. "However, I do see where your complaints are coming from. What point, exactly, are you trying to make, General Draven?"

"That we should be wary of the Skyforged," He said simply, leaning back in his chair. "There are too many unknowns for me to feel comfortable with how close they are to our systems. Not to mention that if they turned against us, who knows what kind of damage they could do!"

"We will take that under advisement," Mon Mothma said after a long moment. "I agree that trusting them completely would be folly, but I will not treat an ally poorly just because they might be dangerous. If we did so, half of our cells would have fallen to infighting."

Draven, who looked like he was being forced to swallow a particularly sour drop, nodded reluctantly, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. After a moment of staring him down, Mon Mothma nodded and turned to Leia.

"I believe you had something you wanted to share with the group?" She asked, gesturing for her to speak. "Specifically about our new allies?"

"I do. It is an offer made directly to me by Deacon Roy," she stated, ignoring Draven's eye roll and scowl. "As we have discussed, the armor that the Skyforged commando team is equipped with is of substantial quality and durability. We know from witness reports from the clearing of Omega Station that the armor is capable of handling sustained blaster fire."

She paused and looked around the room, noting that several people were nodding in agreement. News of blaster-proof armor spread quickly, as did the commando's effectiveness.

"I now know more information about the armor, as well as their uniforms. According to Deacon, not only are their uniforms capable of handling several blaster bolts, but the commando armor is also capable of enduring a handful of bolts from an E-web Heavy Blaster."

That got several people around the table to gasp, as well as doubtful looks from Draven, General Dodonna and General Rieekan.

"That seems rather unlikely, Princess," General Rieekan said in a polite tone. "E-webs are powerful weapon systems. Concentrated fire from a pair could take down a starfighter's shield, given enough time."

"Of that, I am aware, as were my companions, which was how Han Solo was able to identify the material they were using. Beskar."

That got an energetic response, with several people dropping their jaws. While not everyone could identify it by sight, most people at least knew the name of the metal and its legendary durability. Most also knew where it came from and who currently had control over it.

"I suppose I shouldn't have bothered arguing at all," Draven said with a smirk. "Princess has proven my suspicions. The only people with a supply of beskar that large is the Empire!"

"And you think they would just pass it out? Especially to undercover operatives? To show off and brag about?" General Dodanna asked, shaking his head. "The Skyforged having access to beskar is shocking, but it does not tie them directly to the Empire."

"Are they not worried about Mandalorians?" Admiral Ackbar asked. "Surely they would dislike their use of a metal they consider their own?"

"Deacon is not worried, and considering he claims to have made the beskar himself, they wouldn't have any claim over it anyway," The royal princess explained, speaking through the whispers. "He understands they might come after him anyway, but he claims to be working on that."

"Made beskar? How?" Viscount Tardi asked, his eyes wide. "How could that be possible?"

"Magic, I would assume," General Syndulla answered. "I have seen some of his abilities, as have several dozen Rebel soldiers. There are quite a few survivors of Yavin IV who would have died without his magic."

"I don't disagree that his powers are strange and impressive," General Dodanna asked, his brow wrinked in confusion. "But to produce beskar? How could that be possible?"

"Perhaps we could allow Princess Leia to continue?" Mon Mothma suggested. "I believe she stated she had an offer to pass on."

"Indeed. Judging from Deacons' statement, the creation of Beskar requires large amounts of precious metals," She explained. "He assured us that his crew was incapable of affording so much normally, so they were forced to steal it from Kuat Drives. His offer was to create an amount of beskar for the Rebellion's own use if we would help him locate, plan, and potentially assist another robbery to fuel the creation process. Though, please keep in mind he did not flat out state it was necessary. In fact, he insisted that the method of creation would remain a secret for now."

"A source of beskar… made from precious metals…" Viscount Tardi said, trailing off as he considered the implication. "Could you imagine just how effective our commandos would be with beskar armor?"

The group was silent for a moment, most people imagining a group of rebel commandos clad in beskar, assaulting Imperial positions with ease. The idea was enticing enough that several people were already nodding.

"Were there any other details he shared?" Mon Motham asked. "How much he needed, what types of metals, in what purity?"

"No, he just made the offer," She explained, pausing for a moment before continuing. "I don't honestly believe he needs our help. I believe he was simply giving us the opportunity to… get in on the action."

"Hmm… In that case, it is important that we discuss this offer in greater detail," Mon Mothma stated with a nod. "He is scheduled to be on-site in two days. I want to set up a meeting with him."

"I'm sure he would be amicable to that," Princess Leia responded.

"Good. In the meantime… General Draven?" She said, the Head of Intelligence meeting her eyes. "Begin looking for potential Imperial targets or groups that directly support the Empire. Nothing too in-depth, but enough to form a basic report. Will that be a problem?"

"No, I will get my people on it," He responded, his face tied in knots. "I will have something done soon."

"Good. Now, with that settled, I want to discuss the potential increase of our assets in our secondary fleets. Admiral Akbar?"

The Mon Calamari admiral nodded and began to discuss a new topic.
 
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