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Note: this freebuild follows my freebuild Destined to Hang, and takes place before my episode XIII entry Blunt Force Trauma. One of the first things soldiers learn is to grab shut-eye whenever possible, so I sleep during the short jump from Commenor to Kuat. The beeping of the nav computer wakes me, just before we drop out of hyper. Pilot: Have a nice nap? Kirana: Yes - - Give me one reason why I shouldn't broadcast a distress call saying I've been hijacked by a fugitive. Because you already know whoever's after me will kill you too, just to keep things quiet. Besides, I'm not a fugitive. I - Imperial Patrol vessel, this is Kuat System Control. Submit your ID and orders. KTC, this is system patrol 468-echo-73, coming in for minor repairs. Roger, patrol. Your transponder shows you currently assigned to Commenor – what are you doing out here? Uh-oh, I can picture his hand moving toward the 'scramble TIEs' option on his console. KTC, Commenor is correct, however my commanding officer ordered me to take the ship here for repairs. And why would he do that, patrol? KTC, my, uh, understanding is he was operating the vehicle when the damage occurred. … Oh. Oh. So you mean - She interrupts him, her voice a perfect imitation of the upper-class Coruscanti accent that officers often adopt. Ensign, how the ship was damaged is irrelevant. Your only concern is seeing that the repairs are completed quickly and discreetly. Smart. Tapping into the one experience that unites navy, army and stortrooper corps: getting screwed over by your superior officers. While she finishes talking our way into the system, I try to figure out who to contact. It's hard to know who to call when your own side is trying to kill you. I have a whole new understanding of Goatm's world. Right now, there are two people I trust. Captain Jackson Parth was my executive officer back when I was in the 142nd SpecOps group. He's a good man, and being a SpecOps officer often means knowing when to look the other way. Still, he's a career officer, and whatever 'they' are claiming I've done, it might be too big to ignore. That leaves 'Grace.' Probably not her real name. She's part of the ISB … the organization is suspect is trying to kill me. Not ideal, but she does owe me a favor... This is TB, calling the DID. The boss is mad, but I'm not sure why. Could use some advice. Out. Your codename is 'TB?' Nickname, not codename. Where are we headed? Cargo complex. Plenty of spots to disappear for a while and figure out what to do. Well, it's a bit of a fixer-upper, but I suppose it'll do for now. Ow! What the hell was that for?! You don't get it, do you? No, you just waltz into a system and wave around your spy credentials, demanding a ship and a pilot. I wasn't even supposed to be on duty today! And now, I'm stuck out here with a shot-up ship – which, I might add, was shot by our own people - Ok, calm down. No – you don't get to tell me to calm down. Why were Imperial ships shooting at us? I don't know. Oh, well, that's fine then. Yeah? No! Her hand moves back … toward her blaster?!? The rebel pilot pulls a blaster from beneath him, and I fire at point-blank range. His head explodes like an overripe meiloorun. Marla glares at me, pure hate in her eyes, as she picks up the blaster he dropped. There's no time to do anything. I aim my rifle as she raises the blaster toward me. My rifle?! Where is it?? I have to- Pain. Pain means I'm still alive. Damnit. She has my comlink... Grace: TB, you've been a very naughty boy. Yeah ... so I hear. Can you extract us? Yes, but I'll need you to do something for me first. I, uh, thought you owed me one? I did, and I just spent ten minutes convincing your lovely companion not to kill you or turn you in. Now we're even. You want something else, I have a job for you. Sounds like I don't have a choice. What is it? One of my … associates needs an operator and all his other assets are committed. He'll comm you the details. In the meantime, I've given your companion the coordinates of one of my safehouses. It's not far. No offense, Grace, but I'm not sure an ISB safehouse is the best place for us right now. I didn't say ISB safehouse, did I? You can take an air-taxi there - pay with hard credits only. Get moving, Grace out. I guess we - -don't speak to me. The details from Grace's associate come through a few minutes later. A simple job. He wants the same thing everyone wants. He wants me to take a life.
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Kuat – gateway to the Core Worlds, home of the famous Kuat Drive Yards, and a good system to disappear in, provided you keep a low profile and don't try to get too close to Kuat proper. When most people think of Kuat, they picture the Drive Yards themselves, ringing the planet, but there are literally thousands of spaceborn ship construction platforms littering the Kuat system, producing everything from hypermatter reactors to refreshers. Of those thousands of platforms, there are probably one or two hundred which are empty, derelict or abandoned at any given time. One of these isolated, empty platforms has been my home the last few days. This one isn't actually abandoned; it's just been shut down between production runs. Nobody here but me and the loading droids. I've been working for the past few hours, trying to get one of the droids to link its manual control unit with my datapad. I've almost got it. There we go. I don't have a user login, but I do have a security spike which gives me access to the system framework. Let's see, 'autopilot: disabled,' 'speed inhibitor: disabled,' 'collision avoidance:' … definitely disabled. Better hurry, not much time left. I wont be alone for long. There's an Imperial officer on the way. A major in the Supply Corps. He has a meeting set up with a Black Sun arms dealer. The same dealer he's met with monthly for almost a year. The major's getting a nice payday, diverting a few crates of weapons each month. He's also stupid and sloppy - ISB was onto him almost immediately, but they'd been content to hide trackers in the crates and use them to help map out Black Sun's network. Today, though, he won't be meeting with his usual dealer. Said dealer is dead, if he's lucky. The Empire's finally decided to start rolling up Black Sun's operations, and they're hitting everyone at once. The shuttle drops off the major, his bodyguards and the weapons in the main hanger. From there, they'll move the crates to one of the auxiliary hangers in back of the station. The shuttle is supposed to return in an hour to pick them back up, but in about 10 minutes that shuttle is going to be a cloud of glowing debris, or so I've been told. The weapons don't look like much, but those are proton-bombs and disruptors - unpleasant, and expensive. I'd normally feel guilty about killing troopers - they're just grunts like me - but these guys knew what they were signing up for. Ok, full speed, full power. I only get one shot at this. Ah, good. Something new for my nightmares. This is Tango Bravo to control. It's done.
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*Your entry has earned 12 XP* Previously: All of my builds: After our long way, we finally arrived to Kuat with our anticipated cargo and managed to land on the surface. As it turned our, the remnants of the Commenor Remnant are now under the flag of The Triumvirate, and those ships around the planet were them, securing the planet. We've contacted Ambassador Zol, and he told us, that our diplomat, Moff Iax Draenar, took the place of Admiral Vori in the High Command as Regional Governor of Core Territories. With his move the remained TCR units was merged into The Triumvirate, this is a huge deal for us, to be part of the biggest organisation of Imperial remnants. There are still some individula remnants, with whom we must to deal, such as Moff Pyerce's "Pyerce Empire" But our mission is still important to deliver the help to Kuat, and gain their loyalty by stoping the epidemic. Ambassador Zol said, that he will meet us on Kuat, at the main research facility of the capital's medical center. On Kuat: Gubi - Ambassador Zol, nice to meet you again! Ambassador Zol - Gubi, Boghi, Andrysh, welcome to Kuat, finaly! This supply becomed very anticipated by now. Ambassador Zol - Let's get some box and go inside the Lab, Dr. Ave are waiting! Ambassador Zol - Dr. Ave, this is Cpt. Gubi Totho and his squad. They brought highly effective medical Nano-Droids from Foundry. Former Techno Union member Skakoans are experimenting with some them as high efficient cures. They are our best change to fight the epidemic on Kuat. Dr. Ave - Welcome to my lab. The planet needs big help, we tested everything we had, but didn't have any promising resaults. Dr. Ave - Let's see, what we got here! L4 open a crate and get the computer ready! Dr. Ave - L4 go the computer! I'll send the date immediately. L4 - Yes Doctor! Ambassador Zol - What do you see, Doctor? Dr. Ave - It looks promising, i think it might work. L4, what dou you seen in the data? L4 -The Nano-Droids defeated most of the infected cells. This is an effective medicine for the epidemic. Dr. Ave - Thats grear news. We will start the reproduction of the vaccine. Dr. Ave - Thank you for your help, you literally saved Kuat. The whole planet can be grateful for the Triumvirate. I hope, our alliance will last long. Ambassador Zol - We are happy to help the people and also for our new ally. Andrysh - What are our next orders? Cpt. Gubi - We didn't recieved them yet, but Zol said, that most of our ships are headed to Fondor. So we have to go there, I think...
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*Your entry has earned 7XP* Mission Log from Senator Belrus: In light of recent epidemic breakouts on Kuat, The Imperial Remnant high command wants to cease this opportunity to establish a presence on the planet. Due to new republic allegiance, the remnant has dispatched a stormtrooper platoon to an abandoned imperial facility in the polar region of the northern hemisphere. I have arranged to meet the regional archduke at the facility under diplomatic immunity. The Archduke: Good morning senator. We’ve considered your proposal. The epidemic breakout is currently contained to slums and lower levels of dense urban areas in our equatorial regions. It seems like the epidemic doesn’t take to the cold - why I imagine you chose this location for our meeting… Senator Belrus: *pokerface* The Archduke: Since the republic’s health organization has been unable to show any progress in fighting these outbreaks, the Kuati aristocrats have decided to declare a state of neutrality for Kuat. We’ve signed the Commenor Treaty allowing your presence on the planet and ring. We welcome your assistance as long as you comply with the Galactic Concordance. Senator Belrus: The terms are acceptable. We will sign the Commenor Treaty. The Archduke: And one more thing Senator. No bucketheads! Senator Belrus: *nods* Some behind the scenes shots: Let me know what you think! CC are more than welcome... ;)
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*Your entry has earned 17 XP* While I and my squad are still on our way to Kuat with our cargo container full of medical supplies, some of our units already arrived from Fedalle to securing the planet. The planer are ounder our blockade, we have to deal with the epidemic quietly, can't let the information to spread out to other factions. On planet Kuat... PT-3001 - This is the Commenor Remnant! Open Up! Durora - What? What are they want? Klevur - What gona we do now, Duro? Durora - First, put that down. I'll get some time. You, Klevur, save the informations to a datacard and Jerdar will bring taht to our friends at CorSec. Jerdar - Alright, come on Klev, we need to hurry. Durora - What can I help you Sir? PT-3001 - Open the doors! We have the right to search all docks and spaceports. Durora - What do you want here, we are just a small repair station. PT-3001 - The planet is under the blockade of the Commenor Remnant. We have to check your place. Klevur - Look, here it is. The fueling is almost done. It's enough to reach CorSec territory. I'll detach the pipe and you can leave immediately. Jerdar - Thanks everything! I'll do my best. PT-3001 - What is this? Stop Them! Our troops reported to the HQ on Kuat that, at least one starfighter will try to leave the sector. Our ships in the blockade should be ready to deal with them. Also they capured some suspects, we need to find out whom they want to send the message to. Z-95 Headhunter: The Build:
