A/N: This is a collab! Ky'ram and I started this a while back, and now, here's the first chapter. Please enjoy.
The hologram on the ships control offered a fuzzy and blue image of an overweight Imperial Lord glaring at the only occupant in the room. The female Kiffar shuffled slightly under his oppressive stare.
--So you can do it?--
Yeah, I can, but I hear a catch in your voice.
--Whats so hard to believe about getting paid to bring me the heads of a Rebel cell?--
Aaray Tracyn stared at him for a moment, then pulled her black hair out of her face, Fine, Ill take it.
--Good, very good,-- the image disappeared and Aaray groaned. Her hand flicked a moment to the yellow stripe on her face that flowed across her nose and continued down her face to about half way to her chin. Any residual memories left on the paint were now long gone, but the habit from her youth stuck with her.
She set the ship on its course and picked up her helmet. Something was up, and she was going to figure it out. She twirled the helmet for a moment and found a fleeting thought on it, one from her parents. She let the helmet fall to the floor and chose to ignore it.
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Komrk nestled into the cockpit of the YT-1900, glancing back toward the entryway to find the T2-B medical droid-turned-copilot shuffling toward his station.
Long time, no see, eh Dos?
--Affirmative, Master Komrk--, the spindly droid uttered as he plugged himself into the old mainframe.
--We are traveling to...where, Master Komrk?--
Dont quite know, yet, Dos. Apparently Im supposed to be out of system to take a comm on a potential bounty. Thats all I know.
--Any particular destination, or simply out of system?--
The distant tweedle echoing off the walls of the freighter sounded the awakening of the ships defense expert: R5-K5. The R5 droid bought by his grandmother and his grandfather was his strong companion, even for a twenty-three year old.
--That pile of bolts is awake.--
Hey, now, Dos. He may be persistent, but hes good with turrets...
To add to the cacaphony of noise, the holoprojector in the lounge crackled to life.
Dos, keep us going.[color]
Komrk stepped out and into the lounge, confidently sitting on the couch as the portly Imperial officer cleared his throat.
--Komrk ParjaiKote. The Empire requests your assistance on a...slight...problem.--
Just tell me what Im doing.
--A Rebel cell has been located on Naboo; I want you to root it out, and bring me the heads of the men responsible.--
Youre lying. Theres got to be more than youre telling me.
--Oh yes. I almost forgot. The pay is stellar.--
--Five hundred thousand.--
The mans eyes widened, then narrowed.
--None. Only the heads of the leaders.--
Brief apprehension gave way to exhilaration, then more apprehension as he mulled over the moral consequences.
Im not sure...the prospect of mass murder; even for a Mandalorian, doesnt appeal.
--Shushai...amazing name, is it not?--
How would you know that word?
--Lets just say a little...birdie told me.--
The holocam shuffled to reveal a figure, in bright-colored armor, bound to a chair.
The muffled voice returned a Komika? before being silenced by a backhand from the officer.
Leave her alone!
--Eliminate the Rebel cell, and well talk about ransom.--
Komrk nudged the power button on the projector, and leaned back on the couch.
Shushai...whyd you wander from Mandalore?
He shuffled back into the cockpit, and waved to Dos to make the jump.
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So thats the catch, huh?
--Im sure I dont know what you mean.-- The Imperial had decided to call back.
You, Aaray dropped each word separately,did not tell me there was another person.
--I did not think it necessary.-- Aaray had been in system for some time now and with each second had become more irritated.
Are we supposed to work together?
--Yes, the two of you should be able to achieve this. I hear good things about him.--
--I was under the impression Mandalorian women didnt fear their men.-- The Kiffar glared at him until he ended the call.
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The conglomeration of stretched intergalactic space suddenly reformed into reality relative to the YT-1900.
Hello! The Naboo system! Oh, wow, this is just...amazing! Wow. SO much better than Mandalore. I think I might live here! Heh...that was a joke...right there...no one? Okay.
--Master Komrk, I am seeing an unidentified starship in orbit. Neither Imperial nor Rebel. Shall I comm it?--
Hmm...no, hold off. Its probably a spacer. Im going to go get suited up, so send R5 to bug me if you need anything.
Komrk left the cockpit again, this time headed for the ships living quarters, a small rectangle of a room.
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Komrk pulled the dark grey T-visor over his head, and, with a hiss, the suit of Mandalorian armor powered itself. The HUD lit with streams of code, yet soon cleared into a darker field of vision than normal. A beacon lit up in the right corner of visor, beckoning for a weapon. Several were outlined by the suit, one, a Verpine sniper rifle, two, a pair of WESTAR 34s inherited from his grandfather, three, a twin pair of leather-handled beskade inherited from his grandmother, and four, a set of three thermal detonators. Komrk equipped all of these, strapping the rifle to his back, the WESTARs to his thighs, the beskade in sheaths attached to his chest plates, and the detonators in pockets.
The door irised open, and K5-S5 tweedled inside, whistling merrily.
--Dos wants me?-- Komrk asked, his voice filtered through the helmets system.
A series of staccato beeps answered back, and Komrk sauntered into the cockpit.
--Master Komrk, the freighter requests holocomm. Shall I?--
--Go ahead, Dos.--
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The image tinted blue that appeared revealed a Kiffar, helmetless, decked in burgundy beskargam with green swirls. Her hair had fallen to cover half her face and she didnt seem keen on moving it.
Sucuy gar. Somehow she sounded polite and unhappy at the same time. Im Aaray Tracyn, were supposed to be working together, thanks to that scum bag.
--I doubt it.--
If you arent here to take a target, you dont have to stay because of me.
--I was, I just think you want in on my bounty.--
Dont make me laugh. Im eliminating a Rebel cell on this planet. I have no problem working with you unless youre going to act like some egotistical jerk..
I have a first name, ParjaiKote.
--Okay, Aaray, look. Im not sure if we are working together, but if we are, then you would know how much were getting paid, and what our Imperial friend wants.--
Five hundred thousand, not sure if thats per person or what, but it better be; and he wants the heads of the Rebel leaders. It could be fun...
--Fine. Meet me at the spaceport. Ive got speederbikes.--
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Aaray watched the projector shut down. This could go one of two ways, decently bad or never-live-it-down, children-live-disgrace, jokes-passed-down-for-centuries bad.
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Komrk waved Dos to pull the ship down, and attempted to patch through to the spaceport authority.
Freighter Victorys Revenge to Naboo Port Authority, requesting permission to land.
--Er...negative, freighter, the spaceport is closed.--
Youre kidding, right? Fine.
Komrk slammed his armored fist on the console, and again waved to Dos.
Land me near the Heads. Ill comm Aaray.
That was a lie, of course. If there was one thing he had learned from his grandfather and father, it was that you didnt trust anyone unless you knew something of their background. He had doubts about the Kiffar.
Maybe, though...she was a fellow Mandalorian, and a female, so he decided to comm her anyway.
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Can I help you? The Kiffar tried to make her voice as sweet as she could and still have an icy undertone.
--Port authoritys closed. Land at the Heads, about twenty-five klicks southwest.--
Got it. Sorry about that, patience doesnt exactly run in the family. So whats the plan?
--I guess when we meet up, well grab the speeder bikes and get to the general area.--
Im fine with that. Why the Heads though?
--I have a hunch.--
Oh good, so youre a Jedi with a bad feeling now, eh?
--I call it situational meditation, but yes.--
Just what I always wanted, a mission to squash Rebels with a karkin Jedi.
--My mothers a Jedi and my fathers a clone, what do you think I am?--
Poodoo, I never... Wow. Theres got to be a bounty on someone like you that could make a fortune.
--You willing to collect it?--
Nah, waste of time.
--Fine then. See you at the Heads, Tracyn.--
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