Echoes of the Past: A Star Wars Story

[Lentrax]

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...



ECHOES OF THE PAST

It has been one thousand years since the second Sith Empire returned from beyond the Unknown Regions and laid siege to the New Republic.

During the ensuing war, the Sith hunted down and destroyed the Jedi Order in the face of a far greater tragedy, the death of the Force. Without the protection of the Jedi, the Galaxy fell to darkness.

But time moves on, and in its ebbs and whorls, what was may yet be again, for a prophecy tells of the return of the Jedi. But it also warns against their return. For if they fall, they will forever extinguish the embers of hope in a galaxy in need of rescue....

The Variseel Starliner blows through space. Its hull gleams as it cruises past the majestic splendor of the Burgola system, where the gases from the three stars are slowly being siphoned away by the black hole in the center of their orbits. The gases mingle and coalesce, and where the streams collide, streams of rainbow color are created to create wondrous patterns in the blackness of space.

Aboard the starliner, life progresses. Credits are made, or lost, in the casinos. Dancers dance for their meals, traders make deals. Smugglers look for work. Food is prepared. Life.


In stark contradiction, life aboard the Star Destroyer Korut's Vengeance is very different. Troopers train rigorously in one of the many gyms, techs repair TIE fighters, walkers, and ground vehicles. Pilots fly simulated dogfights against each other. Officers generate reports, and a Dark Lord of the Sith stands at the front facing viewport looking past the pointed bow of his ship. An officer approaches him and bows when he reaches the Dark Lord's side.

"Report."

"My lord. We have tracked the smuggler to this transport ship. According to its broadcast signal, it is the Variseel Starliner. A luxury vessel for some of the more upper class citizens of the Rim worlds."

"But we are sure that the smuggler came here?"

"We are, my lord."

"Very well. Get us in range, and board the vessel. Then bring me the smuggler. I will interrogate him. Personally."

"As you wish, my Lord."

The officer bows again, and goes off to issue the commands to the rest of the ship.

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The call comes in on the official channel. The code signal checks out. It is confirmed. Darth Sel'at is hailing you. Or at least, his Star Destroyer is.

Variseel Starliner. You are hereby ordered to heave to and prepare to be boarded. You are further ordered to open the hangar bays and permit our forces immediate access to the Starliner.

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Feel free to include your lives up to this point. Only the Sith players know anything of the orders to stop the vessel, though a Perception check DC 15, will notice the ship powering down its main drive.

[Echobeats]

Psulla the Hutt squirms, trying and failing to get comfortable in the stands at the duelling arena. Clearly this so-called "luxury cruise liner" was designed by and for biped midgets. I may yet have to get used to much worse discomfort than this, Psulla reminds themself with a grimace. Life as a fugitive debtor isn't going to be all chuba thermidor and hookahs.

Psulla tries to focus on watching the fights,
looking for a duellist who shows the right potential to become their next protégé. There are several bouts going on at once, so this takes some concentration. A dark-skinned human, head-fur gathered into what looked like a brace of black tentacles, catches their attention, as does a feisty Trandoshan. Perhaps one of them might be looking for the kind of opportunity that only a Hutt's patronage can provide. Of course, before that there's the small matter of building up sufficient reserves of credits to charm the right people and pull the necessary strings. Now, which one to bet on first...

Psulla catches sight of a tough-looking human male making his way towards where they're sitting. That face... he looks familiar. Yes, I'm sure I've met him before, working private security on Nar Shaddaa. Brennan, isn't he? Or Benran? Second name Burseck? Psulla can't tell yet whether the human has recognised them, and hopes not. Running into someone who might be in contact with the Ketuvummiut clan lords would be bad news. Could the lords have even hired...? But no, there couldn't possibly have been time for that before they'd boarded the liner. Could there?

[Echobeats]

Psulla thinks back over the various rumours and tidbits of information they've gleaned over the last few hours, simply by keeping their ears open in the cantinas and duelling arena. Often, given some time to sift, Psulla's subconscious can find revealing patterns in seemingly unrelated snippets.

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Gather information (1d20+11), take 10 = 21. Not looking for anything specific. What do I find out?

[AvatarVecna]

TH-30 idly scans the crowd with visual and auditory sensors, cataloging observations about those individuals he recognized. "Is there a particular reason you wanted me here?" he asked while 'sitting' in the stands, one leg tapping out a rather disgruntled message in morse code to amuse himself. "I mean I understand why you want to mix with this crowd, I'm just curious as to the purpose of my presence. Unless you're wanting somebody that can rig a lotto table, I suppose."

[LimSindull]

Brenran Burseck

Brenran smiles in the comfort of the large seats at the stadium. The fight below invigorates his senses. “Reminds me of the frontier.” He says to the droid beside him. It is tapping out a rhythmic pattern and it only helps to pump Brenran’s mood up. He starts nodding with it until he feels compelled to stand up. Nothing would be a downer today because a Sith is coming.

“Come on TH, I think I see someone. You can bring that scary frame over so this Hutt doesn’t try to crush me.” Brenran smiles at the people he walks in front of and makes his way across the stands. The symbol on his uniform and the droid with him are glaring reminders that the biggest fish is right here.

"I mean I understand why you want to mix with this crowd, I'm just curious as to the purpose of my presence. Unless you're wanting somebody that can rig a lotto table, I suppose."

Brenran turns around and points at TH-30. “That is a great idea. This is why you are with me. People need lots of sources to draw inspiration from, and you just have that, mmph. You know?” Brenran clenches his fist. A Sith coming.

Moving closer to the Hutt, the muscles in his face loosen and his vision blinks twice before he is able to calm himself. “Psulla! No way. This is just great.” Brenran looks left and right, trying to find a place to sit down beside the Hutt but not on him. “I did not expect to see you again! What a pleasant surprise. I so enjoyed working with you.”

Brenran turns to TH-30. “TH, This is Psulla the hut, I tell you about him all the time.”

He turns back to Psulla and points a thumb at the droid, “I never know what he knows with all the mindwipes and restraining collars. And how are you Psulla? What are you doing on a big fancy ship like this? You’ve really come up in the world. Did you know a Sith is coming?”

[AvatarVecna]

Brenran Burseck

Brenran smiles in the comfort of the large seats at the stadium. The fight below invigorates his senses. “Reminds me of the frontier.” He says to the droid beside him. It is tapping out a rhythmic pattern and it only helps to pump Brenran’s mood up. He starts nodding with it until he feels compelled to stand up. Nothing would be a downer today because a Sith is coming.

“Come on TH, I think I see someone. You can bring that scary frame over so this Hutt doesn’t try to crush me.” Brenran smiles at the people he walks in front of and makes his way across the stands. The symbol on his uniform and the droid with him are glaring reminders that the biggest fish is right here.

"I imagine my insignia does more to intimidate than my physique, but I've got your back," TH-30 replied ruefully, legs folding out beneath him to follow dutifully behind

Brenran turns around and points at TH-30. “That is a great idea. This is why you are with me. People need lots of sources to draw inspiration from, and you just have that, mmph. You know?” Brenran clenches his fist. A Sith coming.

"Eloquently put," came the dry response. "Setting mmph output to 2.3 eurekas, sir."

Moving closer to the Hutt, the muscles in his face loosen and his vision blinks twice before he is able to calm himself. “Psulla! No way. This is just great.” Brenran looks left and right, trying to find a place to sit down beside the Hutt but not on him. “I did not expect to see you again! What a pleasant surprise. I so enjoyed working with you.”

Brenran turns to TH-30. “TH, This is Psulla the hut, I tell you about him all the time.”

He turns back to Psulla and points a thumb at the droid, “I never know what he knows with all the mindwipes and restraining collars. And how are you Psulla? What are you doing on a big fancy ship like this? You’ve really come up in the world. Did you know a Sith is coming?”

TH-30 was too busy scanning Psulla and searching his files on the hutt to even absentmindedly correct the rather simple misleading statement. "Toogi, Psulla Ketuvummiut Theremme," he murmurs deferentially, not wanting to truly take part in the conversation but neither wishing to be rude to somebody they might do business with.

[Shadowflick]

One two Three. One Two Three. The rhythm of the fight. Stay on the balls of your feet and watch till your enemies weak. Meras was never one to throw a punch that wasnt a haymaker. Jabs in her mind were a waste of her time. Why prolong a fight when you could end it in one strike? This was how mos tof her fights would go. The other fighter tossing out fancy combos or spinning front flips accented with a kick. TO which Meras would respond with a single Haymaker with enough strength to cause a gamorean to crumble...which it would when it hit. In fact, her last fight was a bit of an upset when she delivered a fist directly to the face of a rather burly looking Aqualish, slamming his head into the mat underneath the sparring fighters. "Figured as much" were the only words the fighter spoke as she turned from the ring, hood on and hands in her pockets, a stick of sugar coming out of her mouth as she returned to the locker room

That prize money was gonna be hers, So far all the tomato cans have been pummled out,. leaving her and the other actual challengers. Including a female trandoshian who's she seen sparring a few times around the gym. She seems like she can take at least one his from Meras. She takes her hood off and wraps it around her waist as she makes it to the locker room, stretching her arms as she gets ready to start work on the punching bag, in preparation for her next bout "Hammerstrike to the collar bone. Elbow to the throat. Right haymaker to sternum"

[Echobeats]

“Psulla! No way. This is just great.” Brenran looks left and right, trying to find a place to sit down beside the Hutt but not on him. “I did not expect to see you again! What a pleasant surprise. I so enjoyed working with you.”

Brenran turns to TH-30. “TH, This is Psulla the hut, I tell you about him all the time.”

He turns back to Psulla and points a thumb at the droid, “I never know what he knows with all the mindwipes and restraining collars. And how are you Psulla? What are you doing on a big fancy ship like this? You’ve really come up in the world. Did you know a Sith is coming?”

TH-30 was too busy scanning Psulla and searching his files on the hutt to even absentmindedly correct the rather simple misleading statement. "Toogi, Psulla Ketuvummiut Theremme," he murmurs deferentially, not wanting to truly take part in the conversation but neither wishing to be rude to somebody they might do business with.

Psulla breaks into a warm smile – as wide as the human's arm is long, and entirely fake – as the biped folds his second pair of limbs and positions himself in a nearby seat, looking directly at the Hutt. No point letting their nervousness show, whether the encounter is a coincidence or not.

Good evening, Burseck! Psulla turns to the droid, switching naturally from Basic to Huttese. Achuta, droi. The thing has even more limbs than a biped, like a Harch almost. Boonta only knows what they're all for. What brings you aboard this fine vessel? Psulla seems to recall this human having little or no Huttese, so reverts to the language in which he addressed them. Many Hutts would continue in their own language, thinking it beneath them to use the human tongue. Psulla, however, is equally charming in nine languages, and finds that talent works to best effect when their interlocutor doesn't need to spend any mental effort translating.

As for myself, I am here to seek new opportunities. One can't let oneself stagnate, you know – even if one grew up in a swamp. Ho ho ho!

I was just admiring these fighters. Honestly, I don't know how you humans don't fall over all the time, never mind when you're being hit in the face. But you're one to know a good fighter when you see one. Have you noticed any with unfulfilled potential? I'm on the lookout for a new addition to my stable.

A Sith, you say? Anyone important? I wonder what for. Are they hoping to finally catch "Soft Hands" Velar, the famous smuggler? Or is the Anoat governor in trouble? No harm in showing they know who else is aboard – it's the talk of the cantinas, after all – and if Burseck and his many-armed droid have turned murishani, they might forget they've seen the Hutt if they can give the pair a higher-value target.

[Xihirli]

Rhessi had just torn off a bandage when her sharp senses picked up the changes. The sounds of the engine powering down as the ship ended its trajectory.
Scowling, she strode off from her room and toward the nearest employee.
"Why are we stopping?"

[Darkstorm]

Alares orders another drink, although he hadn't drunk the first. Mind sharp before any deal, or else he’ll end up in the midst of a jungle fighting a no man’s war, with little chance to get paid. His hand doesn’t move, but one of his face scars itch.
He was at what he supposed was the shadiest cantina there was in this large luxury vessel. The hour for the meeting was now, if the contact was correct his employer should be here now.

Around him the normal sort of different species and sentient. Non-humans that lived on the fringe. Sith society didn’t want them anymore, but needed them. But in the underground all was the same as always was. People, whichever race or planet of origin tried to live, to survive.

He looks at the bartender as he brings the second glass of cheap Correlian Whisky “Do you recommend a good place to buy supplies aboard?” - new money could mean new things!

[LimSindull]

Brenran Burseck

”What brings you aboard this fine vessel?”

Brenran proudly points to the insignia on his chest, ”I have the pleasure of being stationed on this, pleasure cruise! It is going to be the best.”

”As for myself, I am here to seek new opportunities. One can't let oneself stagnate, you know – even if one grew up in a swamp. Ho ho ho!”

”Ha ha ha, Couldn’t agree more. Like, I like the frontier and fighting, but I really needed this change of pace you know? And a big businessman like you, you need to be growing all the time right? Expanding out. Good for you.” Brenran’s laugh is drawn out to match Psulla’s, and it makes him seem nervous when he looks around them. He jumps right into the rest of his words with enthusiasm.

”I was just admiring these fighters. Honestly, I don't know how you humans don't fall over all the time, never mind when you're being hit in the face. But you're one to know a good fighter when you see one. Have you noticed any with unfulfilled potential? I'm on the lookout for a new addition to my stable.”

Brenran looks at the ring. ”I can tell you when they are doing good… you know what. TH, can you see like odds and things on the fighters? How was that last one?”

He leans in towards the Hutt like he is whispering, ”TH is really good at math. A little moody for a robot, but completely worth it.

”A Sith, you say? Anyone important? I wonder what for. Are they hoping to finally catch "Soft Hands" Velar, the famous smuggler? Or is the Anoat governor in trouble?”

Brenran taps his head with one finger and starts nodding. ”So that’s why you called me over you sly Hutt. I like it, we can get the cargo he was bringing.” Brenran stands up to say farewell and starts looking around. Then he pulls out his commlink. ”Here, match this channel, it’s not private, but you can get ahold of me on it.”

[Echobeats]

”I have the pleasure of being stationed on this, pleasure cruise! It is going to be the best.”

Psulla relaxes a little. Funny-looking as humans' faces are, the Hutt has learned to read their expressions at least some of the time, and this one doesn't seem to be hiding anything. Still, can't be too careful...

”Ha ha ha, Couldn’t agree more. Like, I like the frontier and fighting, but I really needed this change of pace you know? And a big businessman like you, you need to be growing all the time right? Expanding out. Good for you.”

Psulla grunts non-committally, unsure if this is supposed to be some kind of size-related joke or if the human is just a bit oblivious to his choice of words. Of course, I am a perfectly healthy weight, they think, but these skinny midgets seem to find something funny in our build.

”I can tell you when they are doing good… you know what. TH, can you see like odds and things on the fighters? How was that last one?”

”TH is really good at math. A little moody for a robot, but completely worth it.

The bookmakers are offering 5:1 on that one to win the tournament, Psulla remarks, lifting a lazy hand towards the dark-skinned female human. The same on the Trandoshan who was here a short while ago. They turn to the droid, unconsciously slipping into their native language.

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Good droid, do you estimate those odds to be fair, or is there a chance for a canny gambler to profit?

”So that’s why you called me over you sly Hutt. I like it, we can get the cargo he was bringing.”

”Here, match this channel, it’s not private, but you can get ahold of me on it.”

Psulla punches the number into the memory of their own comlink. Perhaps your squad's records will show that they did not recover as much contraband as they were expecting, hm?

But why don't you tell me what you know of this Sith dignitary who is to grace us with their presence? Psulla hopes the human is sharp-witted enough to pick up on what they aren't saying out loud – that drawing attention from the wrong sort of official could be a risk not worth taking.

Waiter! A drink for this gentleman, please!

[Lentrax]

Attention, Attention. This is the Captain. We have been ordered to come to a stop for an Imperial control. Please have your identifications prepared for inspection.

After the announcement ends, a small turbulence broke out among the non humans. They began to hurriedly begin searching for their identity cards, their travel papers, and making sure there is nothing wrong with them.

[AvatarVecna]

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Good droid, do you estimate those odds to be fair, or is there a chance for a canny gambler to profit?

TH-30 observed the fighters in question briefly, before shaking his head and responding:

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"The two are not equals, at least not in this arena. The trandoshan Rhessi's reputation drives her odds higher than they perhaps deserve for an unarmed duel, while the human...it's subtle, but there's a mix of self-defense techniques hidden beneath that brawler bravado. I've yet to nail down the style, though that may be because it's a mixed breed martial art rather than a purist approach, which indicates a desire for practicality and versatility taking precedent over pride."

TH-30's faceless head glanced upwards to the intercoms, before sighing softly at the resulting agitation that swept through the crowd. "Though it may be some time before you will have opportunity to take advantage thusly," he added in Basic. "Sir, are you aware of if our assistance with the search will be necessary?" he asked Brenran, voice modulator taking on a terser, more official-sounding tone now that the possibility of being 'on-duty' was at hand.

[Xihirli]

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Obviously I have some papers if I'm fighting here, right?

Rhessi hissed to her previous audience.
"You and your red tape." She headed back toward her rooms to scrounge up some papers.

[Shadowflick]

Meras narrows her eyes. Great. Just what she needed. Thugh, maybe if she's lucky she'll get to smash some of there faces in. Noticing Rhessi starting to rush off for more papers she thinks to herself. If her compitition goes down, the prize money should be easier to get... She punches the Dummy, as if beating that thought from her Head

"Red tape and Red Lightsabers. Tends to be their favorite color. don't look like too much of a challenge, these guys tend to enjoy a chance to get there blades tested."

[LimSindull]

Brenran Burseck

The drink bounces across Brenran’s taste buds and the coolness warms his gut only the way alcohol can. He thinks over the Hutt’s words for a bit.

”But why don't you tell me what you know of this Sith dignitary who is to grace us with their presence?”

The Hutt seemed to be clever enough, and it wasn’t real that Sith could hear everything said along with their name… ”This is a Dark Lord. I mean Sith, when I say Sith. Darth Sel’at is knocking on our door. Honestly, I have some mixed emotions about the whole thing, but I think my excitement is winning out. Yeah, no matter what, it is probably going to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to see a Sith slaughter some people."

Attention, Attention. This is the Captain. We have been ordered to come to a stop for an Imperial control. Please have your identifications prepared for inspection.

Brenran leans towards Psulla, ”Knock, knock. The biggest fish is here.” His muscles pull his serious stare into a an excited smile.

"Sir, are you aware of if our assistance with the search will be necessary?"

”You are right TH. Always one step ahead. Let’s go and see if we can assist in the hangers.”

Brenran’s arm snaps to his head in a salute. ”Psulla.”

Once they start walking through the crowd he looks at TH over his shoulder. ”Let’s see if we can get in on the confiscation squad. We want to get their records and forms so we can use them after they leave. Also, we can take inventory of the ship while they are here.” This could be a big win. With the help of Psulla and maybe a fighter or two, they could be on their own ship soon. Well, they could have their own ship soon. This is an exciting day. A Sith is coming!

[AvatarVecna]

”You are right TH. Always one step ahead. Let’s go and see if we can assist in the hangers.”

Brenran’s arm snaps to his head in a salute. ”Psulla.”

Once they start walking through the crowd he looks at TH over his shoulder. ”Let’s see if we can get in on the confiscation squad. We want to get their records and forms so we can use them after they leave. Also, we can take inventory of the ship while they are here.” This could be a big win. With the help of Psulla and maybe a fighter or two, they could be on their own ship soon. Well, they could have their own ship soon. This is an exciting day. A Sith is coming!

TH-30 nods, absentmindedly calling up a map of the ship in his visual field to guide them towards the hanger. "Hopefully we will draw enough attention they'll think our assistance useful, without drawing scrutiny towards our actions. A fair warning going in, my usefulness in skirting the rules may be a bit more...limited than normal, directives being as they are."

[LimSindull]

Brenran Burseck

"Hopefully we will draw enough attention they'll think our assistance useful, without drawing scrutiny towards our actions. A fair warning going in, my usefulness in skirting the rules may be a bit more...limited than normal, directives being as they are."

”That’s a good point. We can follow their directives while they’re here if that helps you. We’ll still get to see a Sith up close.” Brenran felt his body vibrate. The excitement made him giddy. He made his way across the ship and headed for the hangers.

[Echobeats]

Psulla bids the human and his droid farewell with a lazy wave of their hand as the pair return to their duties. There could be a good opportunity here to work together with these two and start building up some capital. As long as the Hutt is careful not to slide into a Sith trap. It could be a setup. Psulla's intuition didn't think so though.

Psulla subtly pats the roll of flimsiplast tucked into their bandolier. A Hutt needing papers to prove who they are -- the very idea!

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Hutts don't walk, of course: they slide

[Shadowflick]

Meras lets another hefty blow land on her training bag, looking up in the stands and seeing a good amount of folk starting to scramble for papers, including the Hutt that had been eying her. She looks to the trio that were conversing, and mumbles to herself

"Guess everyones got important buisness when the Sith show up. Lets hope they just leave all of us be."

[Darkstorm]

"Sithspit!" AK stands at the bar as the aliens around him seem to be distressed.

He had experience in these things, papers in order and credits.

If the contact wouldn't show up he might as well drink the Corelian Whisky. Things would become boring very fast!

[Shadowflick]

Meras grits her teeth. Keep punching the bag. Keep punching the bag. Ignore the sith, it should be quick. But, there was an inkling. Right in the back of her mind. Something would go wrong, and like last time, the dung would hit the fan. Meras walks away from the dummy, leaving it swinging as she walks to an information Kiosk, checking the map she evaluates where the sith might be bording. She was just going to see what was going on. Just, watch. Just stay calm. She puts her jacket on, and puts the hood up, making her way to where the Sith might board, her Vibroknuckles tucked inside her coat

[YuweaCurtis]

Before the announcement, Aimy was walking down the hallway looking at a brochure about the various activities taking place on the starliner. She was trying to figure out whether she wanted to enter one of the various competitions happening. She could definitely use the money, though she really didn't need the attention. She starts mumbling a bit in the middle of trying to convince herself not to do it. The captain's announcement interruptions her, and she mentally sighs. I had no idea I'd have to worry about this in this environment. she thinks, going into her bag to retrieve the papers contained in folded leather casing. No need to worry, I'll just have to trust those credits where sufficient enough to get the best services. She makes her way to a group of people near some chairs and sits down to wait for the inspectors to reach her. She pushes her cloak from her lap and rests her hands there with the false information that was her identity now.

[Lentrax]

Humans

The Sith give your papers a cursory glance, run them through a hovering droid that seems to be made to scan papers, but nothing seems to happen, you get your identifications back, and are sent into one of many dining rooms to wait while te Sith finished their search. One eager young lad looked up at an officer and inquired about what they were looking for, to which the officer ruffled his hair, told the boy that they were looking for a fugitive, "An ugly Xeno fugitive," and sent him on his way

Non-Humans

The Sith take quite a bit longer to process your papers. You are lined up and forced to pass through several machines. One machine draws a sample of blood from you, and it isn't very gentle about it. Though it does apologize for the pain it inflicts, its "Excuse me, I do beg your pardon,' seems just a bit too sardonic to be truly genuine about having caused you any distress. You are roughly passed from one machine to another. Or rather, all of you would be, had one of you not been to large to handle in such a manner. But the Sith are also none to bashful to keep their comments and jokes about Psulla and their weight to themselves.


Brenran and TH-30

"You there!" AN officer calls out to you. "Are you in charge of this so called security force?"

[Darkstorm]

AK looks at the harm inflicted at the non-humans and sighs.

He doesn't say anything. Words are not his style, but he has to stop himself from interviening as a child gets tested.

Killing was one thing, and at a certain point had to be done to the galaxy to work and move foward. But abusing... Not his thing.

Againt his will he moves to the droid and says "easy there.".

[Xihirli]

Rhessi growls at the sith as they take her blood but otherwise avoids causing trouble. After going through processing she took a look at Psulla's treatment and the comment about her weight.
"Watch out on the insults you make on that one. It's said the fattest Hutts get that way by swallowing humans like you whole. A runt like you? Wouldn't even give them indigestion."

[LimSindull]

"You there!" AN officer calls out to you. "Are you in charge of this so called security force?"

Brenran beams at the officer who questions him. ”You must be from Korut’s Vengance.” He straightens to attention and puts up a salute, and he watches for the other officers hand to follow in response. Brenran relaxes his salute first.

”Please show your Imperial credentials to the droid and tell me, what I can do to assist you. We are so happy to help. I’m Brenran.” He turns his head to the droid, trying to look into TH-30’s sensors, and brings a smile back to face the officer.

Behind the officer he sees a civilian coming their way. It was a fighter from the pits he saw earlier. A human, luckily. A short dark skinned female that Brenran couldn’t help but continue to look at, he had been spending too much time with the droid as his only company. With any luck, he would be able to claim her registration as a fighter as enough credentials for the check. If TH-30 could perform the check.

[Shadowflick]

And so the bureaucracy begins. Sorting Humans from aliens and the Like. Whatever it was they were looking for wouldnt be solved that easily though. She kept walking, doing her best to to not attract too much attention to herself by the various Sith Soldiers moving about there place. But, Apparently, one of them seem to be staring at her now. Wonderful

Meras steps by Brenan, gritting her teeth as she keeps walking, but..she does Stop, turning to see if he's still looking "What? You want an autograph or something?"

[Lentrax]

AK looks at the harm inflicted at the non-humans and sighs.

He doesn't say anything. Words are not his style, but he has to stop himself from interviening as a child gets tested.

Killing was one thing, and at a certain point had to be done to the galaxy to work and move foward. But abusing... Not his thing.

Againt his will he moves to the droid and says "easy there.".

If droids could give death glares, this medical droid would have.

“I don’t tell you how to perform your primary function. I am operating well within my operational guidelines. Allow me to continue, or I will report you for maintenance and memory wipe.”

Rhessi growls at the sith as they take her blood but otherwise avoids causing trouble. After going through processing she took a look at Psulla's treatment and the comment about her weight.
"Watch out on the insults you make on that one. It's said the fattest Hutts get that way by swallowing humans like you whole. A runt like you? Wouldn't even give them indigestion."

“Oh, is that so?” The Sith says. You can tell he is sneering by the way his voice sounds coming through his helmet speaker.

“Looks like we found ourselves an insurrectionist. Seize her and bring her along for questioning.”

One of the Sith troopers pulls a pair of binders from his belt, and another levels his carbine at Rhessi.

The one with the binders speaks, gesturing with her binders. “The easy way?”

She nods her head to the leveled carbine. “Or the hard way?”