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.