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Tarkin's Prisoner(Chapter 4)
With a loud reptilian growl, Zandule lunges forward and hits the door's control panel, opening it. He jumps back and fires the flamethrower through the open door, motioning the barrel left and right. While back stepping, he puts Eira behind cover and reaches for a few thermals with his empty hand. "Bombs away!" he yelled with delight as he stopped the onslaught of flames momentarily to lob the explosives.    
Within seconds, explosions erupted throughout the hallway as various troopers could be heard yelling and scrambling for cover. Not giving them a chance to reorganize themselves, Zandule continued his assault with the flamethrower. "I love this kriffen gun!" he yelled as he sprewed flames back and forth, burning everything that stood in his way.    
  Noticing the rapidly emptying fuel gauge, Zandule stopped firing the flamethrower and threw the weapon down the crowded corridor. He fired a well aimed blast at the tank, allowing it to explode onto the incomi
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Tarkin's Prisoner(Chapter 3)
Tarkin stares at a terminal screen with interest as he watches the two wouldbe assailants arm themselves from a nearby security camera. From another terminal he watches as his flagship positions itself over Ryloth. "This is the Executrix. Standing by in low orbit over Ryloth." 'Finally some good new' Tarkin thinks to himself as he leans forward to respond. "Very good commander. Begin calibration sequence, but don't fire until give the order." "Yes Sir."
   Turning his attention back to the ragtag burglars, Tarkin presses a button on nearby control pad, activating the speaker within the room. "..Stealing Imperial ordinance is a crime that could prove fatal,but I'm sure that doesn't concern you at this point. If I didn't already order both of your executions, I might be persuaded to offer you both jobs." He adds sarcastically. "However...." Tarkin states as a thin smile creeps across his face. "If either of you are still up for negotiations, I may have a proposition for you?"
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Tarkin's Prisoner(Chapter 2)
Olakri. Eira's home village had meant so much to her that it reached her soft side. One could almost say she was compromised right then and there by just mention of her home that she had longed to forget. Yet, the Grand Moff, Willhuff Tarkin himself said it and it haunted her so much so that a tear trickled down her cheek.
Eira Kasuloo, Ryloth's most defined hero, daughter of wealthy parents whom fought politically for the sovereignty of her people, renegade to the Alliance was brought to tears at the mercy of the Emperor's second right hand man.
Olakri is the only one true good thing from her past she held onto.
"No," she shook her head staring at the hologram, "you couldn't!" Eira now sees Tarkin through her misty eyes and pleads for her life, "If there's anything else, at all, I can do for you..." she gasps for air, feeling the bloat of emotion carry her down, "I will. Olakri is a small village. They have done nothing."
   Tarkin silently deactivated the device once more.
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Tarkin's Prisoner(Chapter 1)
Tarkin stood solemnly on the command bridge, silently inspecting the nearby officers at their command stations. His concentration was interrupted however by a lieutenant who approached him. "Sir, the prisoner has arrived and is currently being detained in cellblock 94."      Tarkin turns his head slightly in the officers direction and nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you Lieutenant. I'll be down shortly." He replied sternly.
Once the Lieutenant was out of sight, Tarkin turned command of the bridge over to a nearby Captain, who was fidgeting nervously with a control panel. "Take over, Captain." Tarkin barked as he turned swiftly and began to make his way to the elevator. 'Pompous fool' he thought as he saw the Captain out of the corner of his eye.
   The elevator opened with a jolt as Tarkin approached. He normally didnt visit the prisoners in lockup, but this was a special case. "...This should prove most interesting." He said with a thin grin as the doors clo
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My name is Kent Connolly. I'm a reporter for the Wasteland Times. A newspaper that I founded some time back. I'll admit its a lesser known paper than Piper's, Publick Occurences paper in Diamond City, but I still manage to keep up thanks to the occasional tip from the Valentine Detective Agency.
   We normally follow public interest stories like, missing persons, synth spottings,ect,but for a while now I've been hot on the trail of a vigilante known as, 'Redshell'. A name bestowed upon him by the locals who witness his actions, or at least the aftermath of them.                                       
    Thugs,gangsters,triggermen, and all other manner of lowlife seem to be his prime targets. His only calling card is a red shell casing left at each of the places he visites, along with the bodies of the 'bad guys', hince his name, 'Redshell.'
   Some peo
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With a loud reptilian growl, Zandule lunges forward and hits the door's control panel, opening it. He jumps back and fires the flamethrower through the open door, motioning the barrel left and right. While back stepping, he puts Eira behind cover and reaches for a few thermals with his empty hand. "Bombs away!" he yelled with delight as he stopped the onslaught of flames momentarily to lob the explosives.    
Within seconds, explosions erupted throughout the hallway as various troopers could be heard yelling and scrambling for cover. Not giving them a chance to reorganize themselves, Zandule continued his assault with the flamethrower. "I love this kriffen gun!" he yelled as he sprewed flames back and forth, burning everything that stood in his way.    

  Noticing the rapidly emptying fuel gauge, Zandule stopped firing the flamethrower and threw the weapon down the crowded corridor. He fired a well aimed blast at the tank, allowing it to explode onto the incoming troopers,covering them in a blanket of flames. In the chaos, he grabbed one of the many stolen pistols he 'acquired' and waited patiently before rolling into the hallway to finish off any remaining troops. The smell of burnt smoldering armor permeated the air as he glanced around for any signs of life. There were none. Zandulr sighed in quick relief as he stepped back into the armory, grabbing Eira. "Let's get you to a hanger." He whispers.
   
   Tarkin watched with eager anticipation as his flagship's turbo lazers began to charge up. Within moments they will be ready to fire.  
  Checking the other terminal screen once more, he could see that the transmission had been cut and static took its place. No doubt from all the explosions that could be heard. "Sir, turbo lasers are charged and ready. Targets are aquired." "Excellent, Commander. You may fire when ready." Moments later Tarkin's terminal screen turned an almost blinding shade of bright green as all 60 of the Star Destroyers turbo lasers errupted in sync. Large puffs of smoke could be seen from the planet as each blast hit its mark. The bombardment had begun.

 Running down the hallway with Eira on his back, Zandule makes a mad dash down multiple durasteel hallways trying to remember where the hanger is. "...Would it kill them to hang up a big flashing exit sign somewhere." he grumbled to himself sarcastically.
  Coming to an intersection, Zandule eased his head around a nearby corner. He could see an open doorway with several troops inside. He watched quietly as one began to walk up the hallway towards him, leaving the other two inside. "..Mind sitting this one out?" he said to Eira as he laid her unconscious body gently on the cold floor.
  As the trooper rounded the corner, Zandule kicked him in the chest, knocking him down with a loud groan. Against his better judgement Zandule pulled out his pistol and fired several bolts at the troopers head. He knew the noise would attract unwanted attention. He looks up at the other two troopers in the room with bloodlust in his eyes, as they both turned in unison in the direction of the sound. "Hold it right there!" One of them said as they both aimed their blasters at him. With a feral growl, Zandule charged at them, shock gauntlets ready.

 The echoes of the blaster fire permeating off the walls causes Eira to wake up after a few moments. She sits up off the floor with a groan and she tries to focus. The last she remembered is speaking to Tarkin over a security comm and was about to sacrifice herself to spare Zandule and Ryloth. Now she's in the middle of a fight with a migraine.
"Ugh." she rubbed her head. The laser blasts rung in her ears as she pats herself looking for her weapons before realizing she took them off. She sighed as she crawled to pick up a dead stormtrooper's E-11 blaster.
 
  Zandule smashed the one trooper's heads in a control panel, while blasting at the other one. He hears a moan behind him and turns his back, seeing Eira concious again.

"Welcome back to the world of the living." Zandule yells while pulling the trooper's front half out of the panel. He chuckles a little before coughing out some blood. His wounds were getting worse. He shakes it off quickly and tosses the body over to Eira. "Might aswell equip yourself with what you can."
  Eira takes a moment to reacquaint herself to her surroundings. Then she rips a utility belt off a dead trooper and straps it on her waist, "I've been stunned before to know its effect," she says reloading the blaster while on one knee, "why did you stop me?" She gives Zandule a serious look. "You should have let me go. Zandule... you have no clue what you have done..." Eira gasps thinking about all those desperate people on her homeworld.
  "I know very damn well what I've done." he replied with a hostile tone, something rather unusual for Zandule to do towards a friend. "The Empire used to hunt my kind for sport, and our negotiations just led to them stabbing us in the back! You sacrificing yourself would just be in vain!" Taking a moment to regain his composure he continued, "Look Eira. There won't be any change unless we fight back... isn't that the reason you joined the rebellion? You knew the risks, but enlisted anyways. Now you're just going to give up?"
 
   Eira sighed, "It wasn't about giving up my fight, but allowing others like me a chance to keep the fight going. Soon, we won't have anything left." Eira looks away, closing her eyes, "I... have nothing left," she says thinking about all the loved ones she has lost. Then, she opens her eyes with a returned glimmer of hope and looks up at Zandule, "But I have you." She rises on her feet and cocks the blaster into full charge, "In the name of the Rebellion, let us go down with one hell of a fight, even if this will be our last."
Tarkin stares at a terminal screen with interest as he watches the two wouldbe assailants arm themselves from a nearby security camera. From another terminal he watches as his flagship positions itself over Ryloth. "This is the Executrix. Standing by in low orbit over Ryloth." 'Finally some good new' Tarkin thinks to himself as he leans forward to respond. "Very good commander. Begin calibration sequence, but don't fire until give the order." "Yes Sir."
   Turning his attention back to the ragtag burglars, Tarkin presses a button on nearby control pad, activating the speaker within the room. "..Stealing Imperial ordinance is a crime that could prove fatal,but I'm sure that doesn't concern you at this point. If I didn't already order both of your executions, I might be persuaded to offer you both jobs." He adds sarcastically. "However...." Tarkin states as a thin smile creeps across his face. "If either of you are still up for negotiations, I may have a proposition for you?"
   Zandule stares at Eira and shrugs. "I don't need anything, what about you?" "Perhaps not, but I know Eira does..." Tarkin says with eager anticipation. Eira pauses, listening to Tarkin's chilling voice over the intercom system that echoed in the arsenal chamber.
   "..Eira. If you kill your friend right now I will call off the bombardment on Ryloth. I'll even see to it Moff Mors is removed. You'll be free to leave and rejoin your people." Tarkin says with a smile. "I will grant you the one thing you and your people have been fighting for for years...Peace." Pausing momentarily he continued,    "....Zandule. I suppose its only fair to offer you a deal as well...If you kill Eira. You can have the entire bounty that was placed on her as well as everything from the arsenal in which you now stand. I'll even allow you safe passage off this battle station on a ship of your choosing."
   "You think I'm stupid enough to fall for your lies? I bet you're grinning right now you self absorbed prick! You can take your deal and shove it up your ass!" Zandule shouts at the air. "....I wonder if Eira feels the same?" Tarkin asked.
   Eira's heart sinks knowing what she has to do. All her life since she was very young, has brought nothing but pain and hardship in effort to make the galaxy a better place and see Ryloth totally free and left alone. Now it has come to this to choose and her mind is sound. She looks at Zandule with a look of grief, yet a glimmer of optimism sparkles in her blue eyes that relinquishes any despair the barabel may have.

Knowing that Tarkin is watching, she looks directly up at the camera and says, "Call of your warship. Spare my friends, and take my life instead," Eira drops her blaster and begins to step closer to the camera, "I am the daughter of Orta and Bisst Kasuloo before they were murdered," she takes off the utility belt, "an apprentice to my deceased mentor Lantuun Spo, and a witness of my people's mass genocide." She stops, "And I am ready to share the same fate as my loved ones."
    Zandule looks over at Eira, giving her a look of disbelief. His face hardens and the sparkle in his eyes disappear, leaving behind cold reptilian eyes.
   "Eira, you are a friend of mine, and a good one at that. I'll always respect your opinion, but this is just foolish. I won't allow you to throw your life away." He says in a harsh tone before pulling out his TL-50 and firing it in the stun setting. He clips his repeater on the back of his belt, and holds his new flamethrower with his right arm, and places a personal deflector shield on Eira. He turns it on and picks her up by the waste with his left arm. He stares back up at the camera. "I'll be seeing you in hell."
   "..Hell may be closer than you think, creature." Tarkin spews as he watches   troopers of various branches take up defensive positions on both sides of the armory. Turning his attention back to the monitor displaying his flagship, Tarkin contacts the commander. "..Begin targeting sequences immediately, Commander." There is silence for a moment for the expected 'Yes, Sir' was heard. "..Sir..What is the target?"
  "Target local villages and or gathering areas. I want to send a clear message that the Empire is not to be trifled with."
   Above the atmosphere on Ryloth, many Twi'lek villagers step out of their homes in terror. There are shrieks and clamoring heard throughout the village. One of the Twi'leks is a war chief named Tirik who orders everyone to retreat to the caverns.
   Within moments, the village empties and the Twi'leks cower beneath the rocky caverns from incoming Imperial bombardment.
Olakri. Eira's home village had meant so much to her that it reached her soft side. One could almost say she was compromised right then and there by just mention of her home that she had longed to forget. Yet, the Grand Moff, Willhuff Tarkin himself said it and it haunted her so much so that a tear trickled down her cheek.

Eira Kasuloo, Ryloth's most defined hero, daughter of wealthy parents whom fought politically for the sovereignty of her people, renegade to the Alliance was brought to tears at the mercy of the Emperor's second right hand man.

Olakri is the only one true good thing from her past she held onto.

"No," she shook her head staring at the hologram, "you couldn't!" Eira now sees Tarkin through her misty eyes and pleads for her life, "If there's anything else, at all, I can do for you..." she gasps for air, feeling the bloat of emotion carry her down, "I will. Olakri is a small village. They have done nothing."
   Tarkin silently deactivated the device once more. He could clearly see from her shattered expression that his point had been made. "..It seems you have a choice to make, my dear. A choice that plagues all regardless of affiliation. Loyality to one's cause or loyality to one's people."

He paused momentarily before continuing, "I needn't tell you this, but I have authorization to bombard the entire surrounding areas, so your information could narrow that area down immensely....People will die,yes. Now its just a matter of how many."
   "Then take my life." Eira says without missing a beat. She gulps nervously, "..Nobody has to suffer but me."
         (Elsewhere in the galaxy)

"This is Officer BN-102102, reporting in. We have just arrested a mercenary by the name of Zandule. His services were only available to the common people and members of the Rebellion. We're taking him onboard now, however I highly suggest that you keep atleast three guards near him at all ti---" "Excuse the interruption. It would appear that our last pilot is now... incapacitated at the moment. In the meantime I'll be taking the wheel, so enjoy your flight." Zandule muses with a smug voice before shutting off the transmitor. Zandule's ship lands in one of the several hanger bays on the Deathstar. He takes a swig from his metal flask, leaving about one third of it.
"That's the good stuff right there... here, you'll want what's left of this considering you failed your men." He says as he sets the flask down on the last living Imperial's lap, who is currently chained to a chair with his tongue removed. Zandule struts down the ship as he readies his blaster and picks up his bomb satchel. The blast door makes a hissing sound as it opens up while the familiar sound of trooper's boots can be heard outside... all of which sounds like an orchestra to this particular barabel. As soon as ramp drops, several thermal detonators get tossed outside like raindrops of doom. Several stormtroopers scatter while trying to avoid getting caught in the blast radius, only to get torn apart by a hailstorm of lasers. The thermals finally explode, in which Zandule uses the chaos to make his way out of the hanger... leaving a few gifts behind of course, it'd be rude to not present gratitude after such a warm welcome.
    
        (Back in the detention level)

"So be it, rebel." Tarkin sneered. "I..." he was cut off however as the door opened behind him. An out of breath detention officer came stumbling in soon after. "....Sir....There have been reports.....of explosions coming from the hanger." Completing his message, the officer propped himself up against the cell wall, trying to catch his breath.
   "...No doubt a feeble atempt to rescue this one." Tarkin said as he looked back at Eira with vemon. "...Deploy all available troops to the hangerbay immediately! Shoot on sight!" He demanded.  "Yes..Sir..." the officer replied at his repeated Tarkin's order over his comlink. Within seconds several replies of confirmation could be heard through the comlink from the duty officers. A general alarm began to sound as troops scrambled to the hanger area. "It seems your rescue party will be the first of many rebels to perish today." Tarkin said to Eira as he turned to walk out.
  
    Zandule dashes through several corridors, blasting through waves of troopers. Several bolts make there mark on the barabel, wounding him... only to which he retaliates with twice the vigor. An explosive gets thrown near him, to which the shrapnel tears at his leg. He let's out a primal like grunt before sending them one of his own bombs.
   A door opens up towards the right in which a trooper begins to rush out of, only to get rammed back in by Zandule. He shuts the door behind him and looks back at the stumbling trooper regaining his posture. The barabel's eyes dart around, scanning the new location. He finds himself on some sort of bridge like platform, with a large pillar with several controls.
   "That looks important..." He murmurs to himself while making his way to the pillar, pushing the stormtrooper off of the platform. He attaches his rifle to the sling and activates his shock gauntlets, before plunging his fists into the controls. The small tower begins to spark and steam as he releases a small chuckle.
   "Don't know what that did, but I'm proud of the damage... I think I'm going to rest here for a bit." Zandule says as he crouches down, wrapping his leg wound with a bandage. The blast doors open up on both sides of the bridge and stormtroopers pour in, their rifles aiming right at the barabel's head. Zandule shrugs and raises his arms in surrender.
   The troopers watch in eager anticipation as Zandule raises his hands up in surrender. The officers present order the troopers to move in closer, but after the damage he just caused they stay their distance as a precaution.
   After a brief moment the troopers begin to step aside as Tarkin makes his way to the front escorted by shocktroopers. "..Well" He says looking around at the damage. "You've made quite a mess of things haven't you....whatever you are." "Seems so." Replies Zandule with a toothy grin. "..Almost admirable really. I've seen entire squads not do as much damage as you've done. Care to explain why?"
   "I was bored, and wanted a challenge. It's a bit of a shame really, I was expecting... a bit more? Hell if I know really." Zandule states while examining the man before him. "..Foolish creature. You clearly must have a deathwise attacking an Imperial facility." Tarkin says as he gestures with his hand for the shocktroopers to take aim. "Last question creature, then you shall be put out of both your misery and mine. Did you come here on a rescue mission?"

                (Back in the cell)

   Eira remained in her cell, now accompanied by two stormtroopers standing guard by the open cell gate.
The clever Twi'lek devises a strategy. She looks down at her combat boots, tied tightly. She begins to unlace one boot then once off, she sets the boot aside and moves onto the next one. Once untied, she pretends to struggle removing the boot off her foot. She looks up one stormtrooper, "Little help?"
   The stormtrooper looks at the other, then proceeds to help remove her boot, "Alright, prisoner scum. Cooperate." Eira nods. The trooper with one hand tugs on her boot. Then, her foot slips free and when it does, Eira grabs one boot and hits the stormtrooper upside his head with it, then kicks him back into the other stormtrooper throwing them off balance which gives her enough time for her to begin her stealthy, acrobatic attack on them.
   Eira sneaks out of the cell block, leaving behind the unconscious stormtroopers locked her cell. She not only carries one blaster, but two.

        (Back to Zandule/Tarkin)

   "A rescue what? No. Why the hell would I? Didn't you hear me? I was bored. Do I have to spell it out for you? B-O-R-E-D." Zandule begins to sound slightly agitated as he begins to stand up. His figure towering over the man before him... but at this point, curiosity washes over him.
"Why do you ask?" He asks tilting his head.  "...Its of no concern." Tarkin replies matteroffactly. An over eager Lieutenant approaches Tarkin and proclaims, "...Sir? It appears the Twi'lek has escaped her cell." Tarkin rubs his eyes in frustration before turning to the Lieutenant. "Dispatch a squad to find and eleminate her! She has outlived her usefulness." The Lieutenant nods in acknowledgement and rushes off, followed closely by stormtroopers. "Pardon the interruption." Tarkin said as he turned his attention back to Zandule.
"Now where were we? Oh yes, about to dispose of you."
  "Oh by all means! Continue! Please, I'll be here waiting. While you're at it, why not some crumpets and tea? You know... I could go for some tea now that I think about it." Zandule says absentmindedly, scratching his back.
"Oh? What's this?" He says as he brings his arm back, now holding a thermal imploder. A wild look of bloodthirst and madness in his eyes.

                  (Back to Eira)

   Ever since Eira's parents were taken by slavers, she learned to survive on her own with the mentorship of a veteran warrior named Lantuun Spo whom taught her everything, especially how to defend herself against forces such as the prominent Empire that is almost as old as her.
   She sneaked down corridors, holding one E-11 blaster, with the other attached to her belt. Eira climbs into an air duct believing it ought to lead to a hangar.

          (Back to Zandule/Tarkin)

   "I look forwards to negotiating. You arrest me, and I don't blow us all up... it's a pretty nice deal if you ask me." "..Clearly your not as bored as you say IF you came to negotiate. Question is, what exactly do you want?"
   "Well I didn't really have in mind to negotiate, but I clearly overestimated my chances. How about you just arrest me instead of killing me." "...This is a military installation, not a hotel on Tatooine. After the damage you caused and people you've killed why should we spare your life?"        "Because that way I'd spare yours. Remember, I've got this bomb here." Zandule says as he waves it in his face.
   "It's foolish of me to be taunting you, very much so... but what the hell. It's not everyday you get to this." "..I honestly dont believe you would use it. You seem to think too highly of yourself to end your life in such a manner?" "Well then you've obviously never met me." And with that said, Zandule activates it, dropping it on the ground. He jumps off the platform, leaving the satchel with the rest of the explosions. He looks downwards at the darkness he plunged himself towards, waiting for the right moment. The imploder makes a bang noise as confetti flys everywhere. A piece of paper can be found within with the words: "Fooled You" written inside.
   As Zandule descends, he waits until another one of those platforms appears. He passes by one, only for him to activate his wrist grappling hook. The hook launches outwards impaling into the metal, releasing more rope until Zandule completely stops. He takes a moment to gather his breath as he climbs up.

   "...Clever." Tarkin said as he walks over and examines the note. "Spread out and find it! Check the lower levels." Various troopers fan out and begin to search. "Leave no stone unturned. His head will make a lovely trophy on my wall." Tarkin says as he walks over to a nearby console and checks on the progress the squad is having in hunting down the missing Twi'lek.
   As Tarkin steps away, the satchel explodes. Two stormtroopers get launched off of the platform, while others are peppered in shrapnel. The steel beams of the bridge begin to screech as the bend downwards with pieces breaking off. Unluckily for Zandule, Tarkin made it out in one piece.
   Zandule gets up and the platform and stretches a little only to hear an explosion from above. A smirk escapes his lips as a trooper lands infront of him on the platform. Zandule looks to the left and sees the other one continuing it's plummet downwards, and decides to not separate the two. He sort of nudges at the one infront of him with his foot untill the trooper also falls.

   Eira crawls through the air ducts until she reaches a shaft that extends to a hangar. There's a vent bolted between her and her escape in which she manages to rotate her position and kick the vent open and drop to the hangar floor.
   Once she lands, she rolls behind several large durasteel crates for cover so she could make sure the coast is clear. Desperately, Eira needed to commandeer a ship. In this hangar there were only small snubfighters that do not have hyperspace capabilities.
   "I bought a T-16 yesterday." a stormtrooper says nearby. "You know they're making a T-17 model?" the other adds. Eira uses this distraction to her advantage as she dashes by them through the hangar and slips into a narrow corridor.
"Did you hear that?"
  "Ah. Probably just the station making noise." the trooper concludes. Eira stops and takes immediate cover behind a steel beam against the wall. She raises the blaster up to her head, but doesn't wish to have to use because the blast would put the station on full alert.
   She holds her breath, ready for anything however as the footsteps get closer to her position. Then, a snarl is heard practically right over her shoulder. 'Whatever it is, it can't be Imperial.' she assumes.
   With a quick sigh and blaster loaded, Eira swiftly steps in the hall aiming at not a stormtrooper or officer, but a barabel. Zandule. "Zandule." Eira lowers the blaster, "What took you so long?" she jokes.
   Zandule takes a quick step back at the sudden blaster towards his face. The person infront of him lowers it, and it takes him a little moment to process everything. He stands up straight and smiles.
   "Oh you know, planetary customs. Can't say I'm too impressed here, would you believe me when I told you they didn't take my luggage?" He jokes with a hardy laugh, the faint smell of alcohol emitting from his breath. Eira pulls her head away from the barabel's foul breath teamed with alcohol. "Horrid." she compliments. "Anyway," Eira pokes her hip out and sets a hand on it and with other hand she holds the blaster carelessly by her hip, "no time for chit chat. I'm trying to escape, and you're doing what exactly... checking in?"
  "I guess you could say that." Zandule says with a shrug. He looks around making sure that more arn't coming yet. "So how do you plan on escaping? Neither of us are humans, and I didn't bring my ship... is the Renegade here?"  "Well," Eira begins with an embarrassing expression and just before she could explain, here comes a squad of a dozen stormtroopers. "Prisoner escape!" one trooper shouts raising his blaster at them.
   Eira raises the blaster over Zandule's shoulder and shoots back, killing one. Suddenly, they are in midst of an open fire spree. "I lost my ship!" Eira yells taking fire. Zandule pushes her into cover while he rolls backwards into his own cover.
"You what?" He shouts as he pulls out his slugthrower, firing back at the troopers. "How'd that even happen!?" He exclaims. Eira just across the hall behind her own cover continues to fire back, "As soon as we get out of here, I'll find out!" Eira drops to one knee and unloads blaster fire, killing four troopers then gets back behind cover. "We don't have time for this!"
   "Fair enough!" Zandule states. One of his shots ricochets off of a trooper and strikes a pipe above him, and water begins to leak out. A gasp escapes his lips as he gets an idea. "Eira! Get to higher ground, don't touch the water!" He exclaims as he begins to fire at other sections of the pipe, letting the water build up until it reaches above their feat. Zandule gives Eira a wild smile as he ignites his shock gauntlets. Eira nods at Zandule and blasts open a grate above her, and then tosses the blaster inside the vent and jumps in.
   Zandule plunges his fists in the water and grunts slightmy as the electricity begins to course throughout his body. The current reaches the troopers and they begin to scream in pain as they contort and bend. Zandule keeps the current going until the troopers can no longer stand. He lifts up his gauntlets and powers them off, letting out a sigh if relief. He sloshes through the water that is now at knee level, heading to each trooper and taking three of their rilfes, and as many explosives and belts before snapping their necks. He makes his way back to the vent and tosses his new materials up before climbing in.
   "Area secured." He says jokingly. "We should probably continue upwards before this area floor gets submerged."
   Eira climbs a ladder heading up a ventilation shaft. "Do you have a transport?" she asks. Zandule follows Eira up. "Nope, they tried arresting me and brought me here... didn't turn out so well for them, huh." "I imagine not." she responds reaching a top hatch, "Looks like are only way out." Eira pulls a lever down to loosen it then pushes it up and pokes her head out, "Eureka." she smirks before looking down at Zandule, "You're gonna love this." She climbs up and stands in the middle of an arsenal. Weapons galore from wall to wall.
   Zandule goes through the hatch, and finds himself in heaven. "This... this is beautiful! I think I need a moment alone." He says sarcastically. His first Instinct is to get himself a new TL-50 Heavy Repeater... or maybe two. He then reaches out for a flamethrower, strapping the the large canister on his back. Zandule then stumbles upon four pistol holsters, each with a SE-14r blaster fitted inside perfectly. He straps those on aswell. His eyes furrow and he looks back at Eira.
"How about we take all that we can carry? There are a few transport carts here. I'll take 25% of these for myself, and the other 75% goes to you and your rebellion?" Eira grabs a DLT-20A rifle with a strap from off a wrack and slings it over her shoulder. She tosses one E-11 blaster aside and replaces it for a T-6 Thunderer heavy pistol that she holsters to her right hip. She clips on a stormtrooper utility belt that includes  grappling hook, smoke canisters, flares, and four ammo packs.
"We have enough weapons for 10 more rebellions. Besides, we need all the mobility we can get. Take only what you need for our escape." Zandule let's out a small sigh. "Very well." He says as he clips a few thermals to his belt. "Well I'm ready when you are." He states, putting on a stormtrooper helmet.
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Working as a volunteer doctor in a nearby wasteland refuge, Sister Sarah was confident she was making a difference. That is until the day the facility was attacked by local raiders looking to score some easy chems. As Sarah watched helplessly as those who opposed them were mercilessly killed, something inside her snapped. The facility was burned down with everyone inside. Nearly dead, Sarah managed to survive and arose from the ashes badly burned, but with a new, inspired purpose. Picking up a nearby surgical blade, she attached it to her gauntlet. "...This world is diseased and what better person to cure it than a doctor." Not long after, she joined up with the Outcasts and is currently the only female in the group. Given the name, 'Sister Stitches' by everyone you better think twice before you cross her. She takes the whole 'eye for an eye' scripture VERY seriously.
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Tarkin stood solemnly on the command bridge, silently inspecting the nearby officers at their command stations. His concentration was interrupted however by a lieutenant who approached him. "Sir, the prisoner has arrived and is currently being detained in cellblock 94."      Tarkin turns his head slightly in the officers direction and nodded in acknowledgement, "Thank you Lieutenant. I'll be down shortly." He replied sternly.
Once the Lieutenant was out of sight, Tarkin turned command of the bridge over to a nearby Captain, who was fidgeting nervously with a control panel. "Take over, Captain." Tarkin barked as he turned swiftly and began to make his way to the elevator. 'Pompous fool' he thought as he saw the Captain out of the corner of his eye.
   The elevator opened with a jolt as Tarkin approached. He normally didnt visit the prisoners in lockup, but this was a special case. "...This should prove most interesting." He said with a thin grin as the doors closed.

After a long ride from the ry mine, to an Imperial Outpost, to now here, Eira Kasuloo is pushed into a cold cell block by two stormtroopers, "Stay here to rot," one trooper says closing and locking the cell door.
Eira checks out her tight cell block for any weaknesses to make a potential escape, but there is none. She sighs and wonders if anyone on the outside knows she was captured.
   If there's one or two things Eira hated, it was the cold and Empire, and right now she's loathing in a cold Imperial detention room. Yet, she sits down on the only place besides the floor, a pulled out bench which she assumes is her sleeper as well. There's not even a blanket nor sink in here.
Eira decides to make the most of her terrible situation by curling up on the bench to collect her thoughts. She would find no comfort here at all, and could only guess what the Empire would do with a renowned warrior in the Twi'lek Resistance Movement and secret rebel operative and captain/founder of the small rebel cell, The Renegades.

   Within a matter of moments, the elevator doors opened and Tarkin stepped onto the detention center floor, startling the officer on duty, who was seated at his station. Jumping up to attention, he said, "I...um...Sir! This is a pleasant surprise." Tarkin glared at the clutter on the ground and then at him. "Suprise yes, but hardly pleasant. I'm here to see our newest guest. Where is she?" The officer quickly fumbled through a manifest before yelping out, "..Cell 14" Without a response, Tarkin headed in that direction.
Walking down the corridor, he listened as his boots echoed across the durasteel floor. Stopping abruptly in front of Cell 14, Tarkin pressed a button on a nearby control pad. The door opened instantly. He straightened his uniform and cautiously stepped in through the doorway. Spotting the Twi'lek curled up on the bench he remarked sarcastically, "...I trust these quarters are to your liking?"
  "I'd very much prefer a cell with a window," Eira sits up, "that way I can count all the star systems the Empire will never have."
"..Charming." Tarkin replied sarcastically as he looked around the cell. The lack of available space was almost suffocating, not to mention the smell. No doubt left over from the previous occupant. "Apologies my dear. But with a person of your importance, one can not take any chances."
"Look," Eira tries to shift her gaze off of the looming powerful figure that is Tarkin, "You don't have to strike me with flattery. I know why I am here, and I also know that my status as a Rebel would be a waste if I die. So, if you didn't pry yourself away from your busy duties to negotiate, then with all due respect, Moff, leave me in this cell and all I'll ask for is a blanket."
Tarkins demeanor changed slightly as his back stiffened upon hearing her reply. "...You are mistaken, my dear. The Empire does not negotiate with rebels, especially rebels of your particular caliper." Tarkin clasped his arms uniformly behind his back as he paused for a moment. "..However, if you are willing to devulge military information I could see to it that your stay with us would be more....comfortable." he said while glancing at the room once more.
"Right. Only negotiate with the enemy when it suits you. How crookedly advantageous." Eira remarks folding her arms and finally peeling her gaze off of him.
There would be no cracking this prisoner, for Eira's resilience has proven time and time again to be her strongest character traits. She felt that the Grand Moff and his Imperial followers would be wasting their time believing she'd share information, besides, what information does she really even possess other than what the Empire doesn't already know?
"..Pity your not more cooperative. Although most rebels rarely are." Tarkin reached in his pocket and pulled out a small holopad. "...It seems they have to be persuaded." Slowly he pressed the center panel, activating it. Instantly responding, the device projected a blue rotating orb above it. "..Such a lovely planet, Ryloth. Thats your home world, yes?"
   Eira arose from the bench quickly, her heart began beating like a fast drum. "Ryloth has been deprived of many joys for generations, you wouldn't dare be so cruel to harm them," Eira fumes, raising her voice nervously. "Leave my planet out of this. They have nothing to do with the Alliance. They're..." she looks down, "they're just a coalition of fighters protecting what's left of their home." Eira plumps back onto the bench, saddened. "That's all." she stares at the floor.
Tarkin smiled. "..Such passion and fire for your people. You do them credit." Deactivating the device he continued, "...You are indeed a resilant people. Your slave labor has served our refueling depots there well." His head turned slightly as if lost in memory. "..But I digress. Now, clearly we know your with the Resistance and are at least partially connected to the rebel alliance." Tarkin tone became more harsh, "..I want to know the location of the rebel cells on Ryloth....They have become somewhat of a nuisance of late and require our attention."
"Well then," Eira clears her throat for the bold statement that she's about to fess up to Tarkin, "As one of the Twi'lek Resistance's generals you have my attention."
"Excellent." Tarkin said with a thin grin. "I expected a little more resistance, but we appear to be making progress." Gesturing with his hand, he continued, "..It seems your rebel friends are content on blowing up our fuel depots. So much so that quelling sabotage missions has become a daily activity. The Empire has grown weary of their foolish endeavours and seeks to eliminate the problem with one swift stroke." Pausing for a moment he added, "That, my dear is why we need you to tell us where these rebel cells are."

"If sabotaging a few fuel depots is so problematic for you, then I'd say it's hardly justifiable." She crosses one leg over the other and flips her left head tail over her shoulder, "My people, my culture has been the focal point of many invaders for generations before me. Today, it's your regime. I will cooperate only if you relieve the Moff who controls Gaulus Sector. Otherwise, you might as well order my execution because I'll be the first line of defense for my people."
"..Such determination. Pity your not an imperial. We could use someone like you." Tarkin remarked. "..The Gaulus sector." He repeated as he placed his hand under his chin in concentration, as he routinely done. "A sector of the Outer Rim territories, that if memory serves is run by Moff Delain Mors,yes? And your not happy with the job he is doing there?"
"Oh please. Am I not too rebellious? I believe radical is the term you Imps like to toss around freely." Eira leans back glaring at Tarkin keeping her arms folded.
"It is." she then chuckles a bit, "Has your age allowed memory to fade?" She finds humor in her futile insult.
Tarkin's jaw tightened and his eyes narrowed as he silently acknowledged the insult. "Radical is hardly the word I would use to describe you." He replied with venom as the flickering light above them casts a shade over half his face. "I can assure you that word is merely a term used by greedy,squabbling politicians on the HoloNet broadcasts to soothe their guilty consciences....and there are none here." He said grimly. Taking a small step in her direction he continued. "I, however, have a much more simple term for you and your pitiful little band...This so-called rebellion is nothing more than a cancer, infecting everyone it touches. Filling their minds with defiance while simultaneously disrupting the very foundation on which this Empire stands." Tarkin's voice grew shallow as he added, ".. And it is because of that very reason they must be eliminated if we are to proceed forward."
Eira listened to the hollowed, frail man as he spoke chillingly about the Rebellion. Spewing nothing but total lies. Mere garbage that she just shook her head at every word.
"The foundation the Empire was founded on was full of deceit that betrayed the Republic." Eira sits up straight, clenching her fists, "And no, the Alliance are liberators for justice and freedom."
"Aaahhh....It would seem you actually believe everything the rebel propaganda ministy proclaim." Tarkin replied shaking his head slightly. "...But no matter. When and or if you reveal the hidden rebel cells on Ryloth I will see what can be done about transfering Moff Mors."
   "Likewise." Eira quips back at Tarkin's contradictory remark about propaganda. She needn't to say anymore on that, because it's a wide truth that the Empire spews misinformation for either political and military gain. Eira believes its the only reason they continue to exist and that it's not enough to fight soldiers anymore as it to fight the ideology.
  Tarkin was silent for a moment, trying to control his frustration. "...I grow tired of asking this, so I won't do so again. Where are your rebel friends located?"
   "Beyond your jurisdiction." she asserts hoping her ability not to succumb would enrage Tarkin enough he'd enact a different method of interrogation. Anything to shut this ghostly figure of a monstrous excuse of a man up.
   Reaching in his pocket once more, Tarkin pulled out the same Holopad as before. He activated it with a flick of his thumb, although this time the holo display of Ryloth didnt appear. In its place was a Imperial battleship. "..Magnificent isn't it." Tarkin said with pride. "..I probably shouldn't be showing you this, but since we're such good friends and you don't appear to be going anywhere I see no harm in it." He said sarcastically. "This is an Imperial I-class Star Destroyer. The Executrix. My personal flagship."
   Tarkin held hand up a little higher so the display could clearly be seen. "Its nearly complete. The only thing that remains is for the turbo lasers to be calibrated." Pausing for a moment he added, "I was hoping some of your villages could help with that? Perhaps we could start with your village....Olakri?"
Tarkin's Prisoner(Chapter 1)
A Star Wars inspired chapter story involving my favorite character, Governor Tarkin. Enjoy
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Sure thing! :) Can't wait to read the next part of your story! :D I'm thinking about putting Tarkin into my story as well :)
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He's such a fun character to explore! Alot of untapped potential to expand upon who he is as a character. I'll be posting the second part today btw. 😉👍 Your working on a story as well??
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