Topic: Mandolorian Rebellion (For Atinvod)

Same rules as Clone Rebellion only you have to kill Jedi and New Republic senators and become the new rulers of the Galaxy :D

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Name: Classified
Nickname: No-Name
height:6'0
Weapon of Choice: E-11 blaster rifle
2nd Weapon of Choice: dual Westar.

Thankyou, Jungle Clone Trooper!

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Name: Devon Tache (female)
Nickname: Dev
Height: 5' 10
Weapon of choice: Verpine sniper rifle
2nd weapon of choice: ejectable vibroblade

I totally love RPGs!! :D

Profile: Traviss Kaleth
Nickname: Kal
Gender:Male
Hieght: 6'0
Weapon of choice: modified DT-12 sniper rifle.
Second weapon of choice: Fallen jedi's lightsaber

Okay

profile: unknown
nickname: shade
gender: shim (JK)male
height:?
weapon:samurai sword :D
second:sniper rifle

Guess I'll jump the gun.

Devon looked about the small room. The walls were bare steel. Cold, hard, and effective. She liked that. She could just make out her own  wavy reflection in the highly polished walls. She wore a mossy green/brown color. The cape that she wore was a bright blue and silver.  There was a brown fold-out table in the middle of the room with four chairs just seperated enough so they could fit. It was a  harshly lit, cramped room, there was no color except for her and the table. It served its purpose and nothing else. Just like herself. She was here to fight for her people; not anything more.
She was the first in the room. She glanced at the chrono in the top right of her helmet. Five minutes early. She had some time to kill. With a quick wink of her right eye, music played in her helmet's speakers. 
"... distant echo of people's feet, he has no place to call his own, a shot rings out from a roof over head..." She winked again, she needed something else today. Something that got her blood pumping. "So what if you can see the dark inside of me?! No one will ever change this animal I have become..."
That, she thought, is some kick-ass music. Even though she could have stopped it, she allowed her foot to tap along with the music. That was the only sound in the room. The sound of a boot on sheered metal and the almost silent hum of the AC.

The door opened slowly in the small cramped room. A Mando in dark blue armor walked with ease as he shut the door behind him. The dark green cloth he was wearing had almost covered all his armor. “Hey, Dev.” The Mando said as he took a seat unison to Devon. “It took you long enough, Traviss.” Devon had said to Traviss. “Where are the others?” Traviss asked Devon as he stretched his hand over his back seat, exposing his clean armor. Devon looked straight into Traviss’ eyes, “They better be here this minute. I’ve been sitting here as long as a can.” Traviss looked back at Devon, “Chill, Dev. Im sure they’ll be-“  the door opening behind Traviss had interrupted him. “See….I told ya.” Traviss said to Dev. Another Mando stood in the doorway of the small room.

continue....

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name:hobbe mevtron
nick-name:NA
gender:male
height:NA
w-o-c:wookie bowcaster
2nd w:enhanced verpine shatter gun

in the doorway stood another mando.this one in a brown poncho that covered almost all of his red and black mando armor.his name was hobbe mevtron.in silence he walked up to the table and deposited a large bag he had slung over his shoulder."hey,kal.hey,dev.i brought you guys something."silently he unloaded the bag and handed them each a remote det pack.hobbe said,"i made them myself. i just hope they don't backfire."kal responded sarcastically,"oh, that really boosts my morale.""hey by the way where is everbody? "said hobbe who himself was already late.dev replied,"dunno, i hope they arrive soon.we need to prepare."

Name: En'De Telven
Height: 6'
Gender:Male
Nickname: Red
Main weapon: DLT-19 heavy blaster rifle
Secondary:demolitions equip./Geonosian Sonic Blaster

As they waited for the others, Dev pocketed the homemade dets. "So you told me," She said over her helmet's comm to Kal. She didn't bother to turn off the music. She would wait until No-Name, their leader for this mission, can into the cramped room until she dished out that honor. She flicked of all comm connections and she settled into her chair, cape covering her like a cloak, and slipped into the heavy beat of her music.
Where were No-Name, Shade, and Red? Knowing them, something important had to be holding them up. Perhaps last minute intel? It didn't matter. Intel always went sour, but it never hurt to be as well informed as you could be. She shouldn't worry about it, after all, she was just a simple sniper. She knew how to wait, she comforted herself with this wisdom.
But, why then, did she have a sinking feeling in her gut?

(what order are we supposed to go in, btw?)

En'de walked into the room right after the other three. His mando armor a dark jungle green with interwoven black here and there. He had no helmet, just the armor.
"Late as usual Red"
He nodded and sat down.Primary recon/demolitions. but he wasn't as good as his older brother had been.
His right eye had been gouged out by a rouge piece of shrapnel that might have been part of B-1 battledroid a few years back, a targeter had replaced his eye with a thin metal patch covering it since then.
He pulled a thin square object from one of his pockets, lit it, inhaled and breathed smoke from his lips, smoke the burst into flame before going out. Much to a few people's displeasure.
"Do you have to smoke in here En'de?"
"Do you have to listen to your music all the time Devon?"
He put the light out with a gloved hand and stuck it in a pocket for later. He put his hands behind his head, and leaned back in his chair. Apart from the others, he was the only one without all of his standard equipment with him, most of his stuff was already packed in their transport.

how bout the way we started so you,tw,me,kentaiba,then the next two are the ones who haven't wrote yet.

I was unaware we needed an order

I didn't think so either, just wondering if you guys wanted one or something.

Naw, cuz then we'd have to WAIT until one person is finished. And that sucks. Although, it could get a lil confusing. :/

TW

Well, none of us are ever on at the same time, so it shouldn't be too much of a problem. We've done fine so far, and once Jungle Clone Trooper and shade sumbit their part we'll offically have the ball rolling.

I haven't been called Kentaiba in a while, all I get is Maltese all of a sudden must be hard to spell...

anyway, I hope Shade and JCT get back soon

Me too, I'd like to keep going.

No-Name called the Mandalores to the hangar bay. "Everyone gather around. Today we're going to be hijacking a small New Republican camp on Naboo, we just go in and get some hostages, any questions?"

Devon turned off her music and said,"Yeah, when do we leave, sir?"

"Im with Dev, when are we gonna leave?" the young Mando was ready for action. "Alright, just settle down. We'll leave soon." No-Name gave orders.

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En'de sat silently, glaring at No-name's visor. He didn't expect they'd be given this guy as a commander. By the time they all filed out he was about ready to put a blaster to the other mando's skull. Instead he relit his smoke and walked into the cargo hold to make sure everything was strapped down properly. Thankfully nothing fell on him, aside from that he grabbed his case and helmet and walked back into the cabin still paying the utmost attention to no-name.
"Hey red, don't screw up too much this time."
He looked at Dev out of the corner of his eye before putting his helmet on and throwing his smoke away.
"Don't count on anything there Devon."
And how she hated when he called her that for some reason.

Devon rolled her eyes. She glanced at Red and then at No-name. Dev may have been a warrior, but she was still a woman. She knew that the others didn't pick up on it, but the air between Red and No-name was thick enough to cut with a knife. Shouldering her small pack, she decided that she would have to keep an eye on these two. Maybe that was the reason for the sinking feeling in her stomach, she'd have to play peacemaker for awhile for these two toddlers.

En'de was half asleep fifteen minutes in, of all the missions this one sounded boring. They'd probably leave him on the ship, there's no point in sending him in to get hostages. Maybe he'd catch up on his reading or something like that. He could imagine what Dev was thinking, but he ignored it. Of all the people Dev was the only one who could half-guess that No-name and him were at wits end. But he'd never tell why, it wasn't important for anybody to know what had transpired between them just as long as the mission was accomplished.
"Hey what happened to your eye?"
He turned his head to look at Traviss, not that he needed to but it was too natural to resist.
"Shrapnel from a B-1 droid is what the medics told me. That's all I know about it."
He closed his eyes, hopefully they'd be landing soon and leaving soon. Naboo was okay but he prefered Hoth to it. Always entertaining to hunt wampas on the Ice. Ending his day dream, he started getting annoyed at the helmet itself. He prefered galactic marine headwear but his needed repairs and he'd run out of time to do so before hand. At least his kama was intact.
"We're halfway there." No-name
He nodded, maybe something would happen after all. No name was the leader after all.

Devon looked up from her book to hear a click from Kal's internal comm link. She opened her's with a rapid blink.
"This better be good, I almost got to the last chapter," she said in mock anger. "Do you agree with this?" he asked quickly. "With what, Kal?" "Taking hostages." his voice laced with something akin to stress.
"Kal...," she paused. Kal was just a kid, of course he'd find this conflicting. When she found the words, she continued, "I've killed men, women, and children. I'm not proud of it, but I've done it. Taking hostages...is low on my guilt list. It's not like we're going to kill them. We'll just take some yella bellied rich kids from mumsy and dadsy for a bit. Their parents will want them back for any price. We need the money. Sure, this'll lower us down to the Death Watch's level, but we'll use the money for good. Trust me, kid," to re-enforce her point, she hit him lightly on the shoulder.

TrueWarrior, clean out your Inbox, please.

En'de opened his eyes, in the dark of the helmet he could slowly think about Naboo. Apart from ducks and supposedly annoying natives he didn't know much about it. Although he reasoned it'd be kinda of swampish in places, the cities would be architectual masterpeices or something he'd heard. He wasn't in to buildings, or anything else for that matter. In fact, he lived in one of the apartments on the dock they'd left. With an okay view of the town below from the balcony he'd built in his spare time. He stretched himself out, watching the star lines fade from the view port.
"About time"
They had reached Naboo, he couldn't wait to see what could go wrong.

The cities lites were dim across the streets, and all of the palaces were as beautiful as can be. Traviss strapped his last bit of gear on and awaited the landing departure. the ship landed at a large outline of what used to be a water fountain. The region they landed in was practicly deserted. Not untill we infiltrate the capital....., Kal thought as all the Mandos exited the vehicle cautiously. Kal lifted his helmet so for the first time he may experience Naboo's aatmosphere...........a not so clever thing to do on your enemies home planet. "Put your helmet in place Kal! How do you know that theres not some kind of infected air they breath?!" No-Name holared. Traviss fixed his helmet quickly and felt very stupid afterwards.
All the Mandos got together at the foot of the fountain to brief the mission.

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En'de snickered, always enjoyable to watch the newby get picked on. Although, he'd made the same mistake once.
"En'de, take the kid with you. Go scout the area."
He looked at No-name.
"Alright, whatever. Come on kid."
He picked up his gear and walked into the woods. The target was maybe 30 meters off. And he could care less about what happened. Just as long as he didn't die.
"Keep up the pace, we might be a Mando but I'll have no regrets leaving you behind lost in the forest."
He barely had trouble in the dense environ, although he'd been on another team before this one that specialized in leafy areas. Making as much noise as he dared through the trees. He'd have to find a vantage point pretty quick.

Devon watched them leave. Stupid, kid. she thought, Easy way to get yourself killed..
Naboo was beautiful...from a certain point of view. For her though, it was too extravagant. Too many ledges and plants to hide behind. Home was where ever Spinx had taken her and her ship, she had never had a real home. The one real house she had ever lived in had been a basha, the only decoration had been the animal skins on the walls to keep the cold out. Clearing her head with a mental shake, she turned her attention to Hobbe and No-name.
"Our orders?" In the field, you never indicated who your commanding officer was.  And old habits die hard. Devon knew that no one could intercept their communications, but history was an unforgiving teacher.
"We wait for them to return."
"Sir?" Hobbe asked, "Wouldn't we be better off if you sent Devon and me off to scout as well? I mean, Devon is the sniper, sir. It's only logical to send her out too."
Before No-name could rip the man's head off, Devon interupted, "We might alert the locals of our presence, also, we might spook our friends. Although, part of me agrees that the more intel, the better; we can't take too many risks on this misson. We have no re-enforcements. We stay here for the moment. don't worry, En'de can take care of both of 'em."
"Whatever," Hobbe said. He plunked himself on the ground and began messing with some detonator or another. Devon glanced at No-name and he nodded. Hobbe could use the experence.
"However," she continued, lifting Hobbe by the scruff of his bodysuit, "We won't be sitting here doing nothing. Off to the North-east, I made a mental map of the geography. There are some caves there, we're gonna scout them out. We'll need a place to stay and to store the hostages. Get up, Slick. We've got some back-breaking work to do."
Devon might view the men as her younger brothers, but she wouldn't cut them any slack. Not yet, anyway. Let 'em spend some days in the brush and the rain and then she might ease up a little. Of course, that depends on their stupidity. she smiled behind her helmet as Hobbe grumbled something.  Not for the first time, grateful that no one could see her face.

He made it to the perfect outlook two minutes before the kid. Up one of the taller trees almost right above the target camp. It was pretty quiet out, but you could still hear the sounds of hunting animals and their prey. It was light, a small little area without much to support it. Simple and seemingly unguarded. He enjoyed the thought of an easy mission.
"I just got a message from one of the others. They were going to check out the caves."
"Alright, we'll stay here for a while. Keep an eye on things till we get new orders. Wait a minute, somethin' goin' on down in there."
The kid shifted around in the tree a little too much. He could hear a boot scraping against something.
"What? What's going on?"
"If you quit squirming and pipe down maybe I can tell..."
And then Traviss fell out of the tree. Right near the outside of the camp.
"Ooh Boy...we are in trouble now. I can feel it."

oh, I get it......my charecter is now officialy "the clumsy newbie" huh? :P Thats cool, I dont really care. Im going to get started writing soon.

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Devon set a gruelling pace for the caves, with her mossy green armour she nearly became one with the flora and fauna. Glancing back at Hobbe, she made a mental note that he was keeping up with her. Good job so far, Slick. But how will you fare uphill at this pace?  Eyes back on the trail, she fidled with a locket about her neck. Devon could feel the bulge it made beneath her bodysuit, it was the only thing she had let of home.
"Devon," Hobbe paused for breath, thought better of continuing, and walked on in silence.  "Save your breath, Slick. You'll need it."
She stopped abrutly, Hobbe, not expecting the quick stop, ran right past her. Skidding to a stop, he slipped to the ground. Devon helped him up. "What was all that about?" he asked, annoyed. It's too quiet.
She ignored the question, she looked about the glutch. Snap. Both of their heads jerked behind them, and they both silently drew their blasters. Devon caught Hobbe's gaze and put a finger to her lips, or where her lips would be if she didn't have her helmet on. He nodded, and both walked slowly toward the low-lying brush.
A small animal of some sort rushed out of the growth, nearly giving both Devon and Hobbe a heartattack.
The normal sounds returned to the forest, as if nothing had happened. Devon looked at Hobbe in bewilderment, he returned it ten-fold.  "Devon?" "I dunno, Slick. Watch my back, though. I'm heading down."  "Down where?"
Devon got down on the ground and elbow-crawled to the ledge. She waved Hobbe over and he hunkered down beside her. She handed him the binocs and pointed to the cayon wall.
It was a pinkish-orange hue from the setting sun, casting a shadow over it's face, but Hobbe could tell that it was scared with a lot of caves. Most of them inhabited, small fires dotted across the entire face. 
"Hobbe, get ahold of No-name. Now."
"And what am I supposed to tell him?"
Her voice was grim, "Tell him...Tell him we have a welcoming party. We've been expected." She pointed to the Firespray-class ships hidden beneath them. Hobbe nodded solemnly. Two words branded in their minds. Death Watch.

Have you seen the trees from episode 1, half of them couldn't hardly support one person much less two heavy Mandos. I'm trying not to make you the clutz.
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En'de crawled down, grabbed the kid by the leg and dragged him back signalling for him to be quiet. He was trying to remake the sound from a prey animal pulling a dead corpse away, it didn't wake anybody up thankfully. They made it back into a clearing a few feet back. whispering to each other.
"What happened?"
"Foot got caught on something, when I tried to pull it out well...I fell."
End'e looked up at the tree, there was a crack in the branch. No wonder Traviss had fallen.
And then he got the message.
"Hey Red, this is Dev, we've got Deathwatch in the caves. You know what that means right?"
"Yeah Devon, I get it, watch your back. I'm sure we're outnumbered by the sound of it."
He turned his head back toward Traviss.
"What's wrong Red?"
"Well...let's just say I don't think there's anybody back at the camp. Come on."
They walked out of the trees toward the camp. The both of them walked into the middle, En'de used his shoulder to be the brunt of his busting a door open.
"Nobody home."
And the dust hadn't even settled.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! Ive already writen it!!!!!!!!:( :(

Back at the camp….

End’e stood perfectly still while Traviss stumbles quietly to his feet. The occupants of the camp had made noise yelling and alarming others of the distant noise. Traviss quickly went behind the very tree he fell from. NO! You idiot! They’ll find me too! End’e thought as he watched the nearby camp arise into alertness. Traviss slowly scattered to a large rock near a crowd of bushes. That’s better… End’e thought. Traviss held his gun in one hand and searched for a thermal detonator in the other. No...... he quickly thought. No Name said we need to secure the area, not blow it to pieces…... He put the detonator back into place. Plan B. he thought as he picked up a large rock. What is he doing? End’e thought. Traviss chucked the rock farther away from the camp. The rock had made a rustling noise as most of the inhabitants of the camp walked their guns towards the direction. A couple of the Death Watch’s men shot in the direction many times. End’e looked back at Traviss. He was now behind a different tree closer to their enemies. Then, End’e saw Traviss take his detonator back out. I see…….he’s luring them away from the camp…..to meet their doom…he,he,he….smart kid…

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Who's is better? :/

Blend the two together, if you have to. Or, True Warrior let Kentaiba keep this and you can modify your's for later, or vice versa. But, I'm not going judge who's is better. You both have different writing styles.

whatever works for either of you.

Either way, True Warrior. Your choice. 'Cause I don't have a favorite, but for your character, you can edit this for later, say, if the plot takes an ambush turn in the gultch where Devon and Hobbe are.  Or, you can edit it to where it's a memory of something. There's a wide range of ideas.

Mine is a little too straight forward, and Maltese's is close to perfect.........but I have no idea. :/ I would like for my charecter to ONCE at least do something smart. I guess I like Maltese's better cuz it ended up being nobody at the base, so......I guess his is better. But.....Maltese.......could you edit yours to say that I caught on a tree branch or something? :/ Pizzzz?!

TW

TW

sure, no problem

rhanx. :) I'd like my charecter to start out a clumsy newbie kid and end up learning skills to become a true warrior. Ya know how it goes.......OK, I'll start sometime.

TW

So, you guys figured it out?

I did some editing and all, but we'll have to wait and see

Okay, I'll get the ball rolling again, then.

"You still going down?" Hobbe asked her, caution lining his words.  "No. I recognize the sigil on their ships. I know these guys," she heard the familiar sound of a weapon cocking, "No, not like that di'kut. It's personal, you wanna know the details ask somebody else; I don't talk about it," Devon knew that her voice was dark and her meaning confusing, she tried to clarify, "Spinx, the woman that raised me, she rescued me from a harem belonging to these guys."

"Oh," Hobbe simply said. He discharged the blaster, "So, you're not going down." It wasn't a question.  "No, Slick, not yet," backing away from the ledge a good distance, she stood and slung her sniper rifle back over her shoulder, "Come on. Sun's going down. Knowing No-name, he's got some MREs waiting for us; he's a mean cook when he wants to be."  "That's a joke, right?" 

Devon shook her head, she'd had some work to do on this kid. Humor, at least for her, was an outlet. He'd have to learn to take a joke or he wouldn't last long, "Yeah, Slick, it's a joke. Last one back is a marsh toad, just don't make too much noise, kid."

This time, he chuckled. He got the joke.

En'de and Traviss made it back to camp first, the both of them not exactly up for rations. En'de walked into the forest, not going to far when he sited a large animal. It was edible, better than rations anyway. He took a knife out, stabbing the bovine thusly without much fuss. Now he just needed a place to cook it without giving their presence away to the Death Watch. He didn't want to start a fire, not in the middle of a forest anyway. But he'd been around when the ship'd been built so he'd made one adjustment to the plans. A small pit near the front of his quarters, with a vent letting the smoke out you could seal for space. No one would see the fire and he wouldn't have to deal with rations. Although he'd had to give up space in his room so all he had was a bed in there apart from the cook ware. Of course it helped this was the same ship his old team had used.
The both of them got to work on their jobs, En'de letting the kid set up the fire and all that with him skinning it. Maybe No-name would get killed before it was done.

Devon beat Hobbe to the camp. Both collapsed on the ground, heaving for breath. She caught his eye and gestured toward the ship, "Something smells good, Slick. Go join 'em if you want," she got to her feet, all seriousness again, "I've got first watch. I always have first watch. Rest, eat, rest some more if you want, you've got watch last."

He rushed off for the ship, and paused, he turned to her and asked, "You want me to save you some?"
"No, Slick, I perfer the MREs," she dug around in her pack, and tossed him a bottle of some sort, "Uj sauce, makes everything that much sweeter. "

She watched him leave and sighed, "You're getting too old for this, Dev, far too old." She walked over to the ship, running a gloved hand over it, and began climbing the ladder rungs. When she reached the top, she sat back, and removed her helmet. She wanted to view the sunset without the helmet for once and for the first time in a long time, she wanted breathe some fresh air.

She watched it set, her shift didn't start until the sun officaly set, and she wanted to savor this rare moment alone.

En'de walked out, a plate in one hand. Ignoring the sunset, he went over the hull of the ship for any issues that might've been caused by the foliage or entering the atmosphere. It was alright, no new dents worth talking about, but he'd have to be careful with the engine ports. They were in a green enough environ he'd have to clean the things out. They were fine for now, lucky him.
He climbed one handed up to the top. almost losing his dinner in the process. But he made it.
"You should be more worried Devon."
"And why's that Red?"
He tore a piece off, chewing and swallowing before continueing.
"While you sit here looking at the sunset, something could slip your attention."
"I think we're fine for the most part. You're pride in this ship's security, you helped build this piece of junk after all. That's why were using it."
He finished his meal, Helmet back inside his quarters. He lightly breathed in the damp air.
"Well, any absolute defense has a blind spot."
"By the way, whatever happened to your old team? I've kinda been wondering about it, especially with your attitude towards No-name."
He looked at the hull underneat him, rubbing the back of his head. This was something you don't enjoy talking about.

"Tell you what," she told him, noting his discomfort, "I'll tell you my story, if you tell me yours?" She didn't replace her helmet, and she didn't look his direction. She kept her eyes on the sunset, and she took of her cape, It had a tear in it from the run in the jungle, "I'll even tell you about the locket if you want."

"Alright, whatever works; My team and I...My brother Clybe,myself, Tyv, and a guy named Resh were trying to sabotage a Death Watch Iron mine on one of those Jungle Planets in the core worlds. With the hope we'd cut back their supply of Mando armor."
"The Dark Ice incident no one wants to talk about right?"
"The one and only. But earlier on before this mission one of the usual members was hospitalized, so we got a replacement, Resh. Unfortunately, we got ambushed. Surrounded, Resh lost it and grabbed my brother and tried to use him as a shield. Tyv pulled Resh off off him, and my brother got thrown into the Death Watch surrounding us. After a prolonged week, it started to rain harder than I thought possible. In the end, Tyv and I were the last one's alive. We don't know what happened to Clybe, but the Death Watch yelled they'd murderd him. In the end, it turned out there was no mine, we'd been sent on a suicide mission. And No-name- an admiral or something at the time- had proposed the mission with 'absolute certainty it was there'."
"...Are you sure this is the same guy?"
He sighed, looking up at the new stars above, he had no idea at all if it was or not. But he'd find out eventually it would seem.
"Your turn."

"I'm sorry," Devon offered her condolences(sp?); it was all she had.

She undid the clasp of the simple chain around her neck, and placed it gently in En'de's palm. It was a simple gold heart-shaped locket, with a simple silver twelve-pointed star design on it; but it wasn't whole, she didn't offer an explanation.

"Everybody knows that my family was killed by the Death Watch when I was very small, I'd have to guess around four or five," she offered him a rare smile, "Sad, not knowing how old you are, or what planet you hail from, Red. Anyways, I ran taking a long blaster with me, but I didn't get far. It was the middle of the night, I think, raining, but the fire burned anyway, burning my family alive. I can still hear their screams when I sleep, if I do sleep. Back to the story, they found me on the outskirts of some podunk village, but not before I killed one of their men. That's why I like sniping, "she paused, as if realizing her story was disjointed, "I was unwillingly adopted, and trained by them...until I hit puberty. When I was about 15their leader, was impressed with my skills in soldiering and thought I might have, well, "she grew red in the face and fiddled with her cape, "other talents. Anyway, I was forced into a harem of some sort, and that's where I meet Spinx. I spent three years there, and I'm only about 22, waiting for our chance to escape. We did, and we killed them. Everyone of them. We got of planet and ran. She was once a warrior and um, continued my training. Eventually, we found a cell of True Mandalorians and joined straight away. And here I am, telling my life story on Naboo."

"And the locket?" En'de asked. "Oh, Spinx knew my mother. I don't know how, but she had this and gave it to me when we joined the cell. It's my mother's. Don't ask me how I know; I just do. Spinx has the other half," she got to her feet, "I better get on my rounds."

She climbed down the ladder, and began patrolling the outskirts of the perimeter. She reached up for the locket and realized that she had left it with En'de, "Crap," she muttered to herself. How could she have forgoten to get it back?, "Don't you lose that En'de or I'll personally have your head." She settled her mind by resolving to get it back from him when she was done with her watch.

En'de stayed up there, sliding the locket into a pouch pocket. He'd stay out till his wactch, ignoring the stars, each one a dead joy. He had other matters to deal with, the Death Watch for instance. He recognized the ships, they were the ones he'd been chasing for so long. And it all seemed to work out in the end, as was his philosophy on time and weak revenge.
He played around with his sonic blaster, trying to get the range setting to work for once. His mind on other things than usual, he almost felt like day dreaming about a better place. One that kept him from the arm of the galaxy, but he decided against it. He'd simply go after Krayt dragon when this was over to calm down. Hunting always did make him feel at ease.