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Previously from Ninja Nin’s SoNE story : Freebuild 1 : Learn from the Great Warriors Freebuild 2 : First Encounter Episode I : A Dirty Escape Episode II : Escaping from the Wreckage Episode III : Return to Echo Base Episode IV : Secrets of the Empire Freebuild 3 : Missing in Action Episode VI : Bounty Hunter Hunt Part [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] Freebuild 4 : Reunion on Redemption Episode XIII : Sullust - Assassination from the Shadow Episode XIV: Before the Storm Onderon - Visiting an Old Friend A peaceful time in Iziz, the capital city of Onderon. Rebel A : Hey, who left these crates on the road ? Shall we open them to see what’s inside. Rebel B : I don’t think that’s a good idea. Rebel A : No problem at all, we are the rebels …. That’s what we do. *cough … cough …* Rebel A : Rebel business, go away …. Rebel B : Oh no .. that’s the Army Commander Ninja Nin. Ninja Nin : You two have drawn too much attention in the public and is damaging the Rebel’s reputation here. Rebel A : Sorry commander. Rebel B : Yes I agree, it’s all his fault. Ninja Nin : Now tell me, where is General Nagato ? Rebel B : He is at the nearby Malgan Market, training the new recruits. A follower of the resistance fighter Saw Gerrera, General Nagato has been protecting Onderon for decades and provides training to the Rebel recruits. Although sometimes, his extreme methods do not gain trust from Mon Mothma. General Nagato : Greetings Ninja Nin, it’s been a while. Ninja Nin : Sure it is. General Nagato : So tell me, what brings you back to Onderon ? Ninja Nin : There is a storm coming, a huge battle between the rebel alliance and the empire. Before that, I shall stay here in Onderon, learning Saw Gerrera’s past and his leadership skills, become a better commander. General Nagato : Of course you will. You are always my greatest student. ================================================================================ Vignette of the Malgan Market in city of Iziz, Onderon The architecture is based on Star Wars: the Clone Wars. An important planet which is full of history of the Rebel Alliance. Hopefully he Rebellion can gain control of it in this episode.
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*Your entry has earned 5 XP* There are many reasons that those who indulge in greed are weakened. As you claw and sweep others' treasures towards yourself, you'll find--like the millions before you-- that having more will not--cannot--create the happiness you lack. Quite the opposite, and the explanations of why are many. That's just one problem with hoarding material riches: the more that you have, the more you have to lose. Imperials plunder the galaxy as if they are its rightful owners. Like spoiled children, like the tyrant kings of old, they look on the earnings and the heirlooms of the galaxy and demand they be given the best. No one gives it to them, so they kill, and they take. And then they have to squirrel it all away somewhere safe so that no one can ever do the same to them. The Imperial Cargo Hulk slid like a glacier through the darkness of space. This huge gray thing, this gargantuan pyramid that pushed steadily on, its treasure trove of dull-colored cargo containers locked in behind. It was a bloated whale, rich with oil. Three ships accompanied the beast: two Gozanti-class freighters, weighed down with spoils of their own, and an Arquitens-class Light Cruiser; a floating slab of durasteel stuffed full of TIE Fighters and spotted with guns. Boom, boom, boom, boom. Four starships shot out of hyperspace. Lo, came the hunting party. With no hesitation, they moved to engage. Mandalorian warriors and ships funded by the considerable wealth of Atrisia and a coalition of sympathetic CFS member worlds. The best warriors in the galaxy, a well-laid plan, and a blank check. They came to take the whale. A Teroch-type gunship--a modified heavy-hitter from the old Mandalorian Wars--took aim at the cruiser, the biggest threat by far. The cracking blue ray of an Ion beam erupted from the Teroch's focusing dish and struck the cruiser. Blue sparks arced along its surface as the ship listed to the side. The two Gozanti's banked to intercede, but as the Teroch--the Mando'a word for "pitiless"--disabled the cruiser, the D5-Mantis (a Mandalorian classic) and YV929 (a brick filled with weapons) swept past and descended on the freighters like birds of prey. A flurry of screaming missiles raced out from the Mantis and under, smashing both ships' TIE complements to spacedust. The Imperial professionals on board readied their counter attack, but Mandalorians hadn't held their own against Jedi without leaning into surprise: while the Imperial pilots and gunners sighted in on the Mantis and YV929, the breach alarms went off. A boarding party, but with no sign of a docking ship. This maneuver had been carefully-coordinated, long-practiced, and perfected by the disciplined soldiers of Clan Eldar: Dozens of super commandos launched themselves from the Mantis and 929 at the right moment and used a combination of momentum and jetpack thrust to land on the Gozanti, only seconds after the missiles had hit their targets. Now, at once on both Imperial freighters, they tore through the interior hallways amidst clouds of smoke, blasters ringing in the deaths of the Stormtroopers on board. The warriors aboard the Teroch disembarked similarly onto the ILC, but unlike the freighters, leaving the ILC in a flyable state didn't concern them. Teams of three landed and set charges while the ILC sat ion-dazed and silent. The next step would be the most dangerous: they ran along the surface and jumped, pushing away from the cruiser by way of their jetpacks. A trigger man on board the Teroch pulled the switch and the seismic charges blew simultaneously. As though pulling in matter around them, the implosions deadened all sound. Then, at the deepest silence, blue rings rippled outward in a concussive burst that carved its way through the hull of the cruiser, but caught and sent the Mandalorians hurtling toward their target. The Cargo Ship. The Mantis and 929 strafed the behemoth's surface guns while the Teroch held its ion beam and the fourth ship--a modified ARC-170-- launched anti-hull missiles at the crippled cruiser. The ARC buzzed like a hornet, sending a torpedo screaming straight down the ship's gullet into its central hanger. Fire blossomed out and vanished as the ship crumpled in on itself. Paralyzed and pulverized, the cruiser was done. The last squads aboard the Gozanti freighters finished checking supply closets and maintenance tunnels. Shouts of victory filled the halls, a Mandalorian cry to signal a battle won. They had the ships. A small crew was left on each while their comrades left the airlock. With forty flares of jetpack thrust they left the freighters for the channel of space between them and the Cargo ship, drifting to join their brethren. The Mantis and 929 dipped towards them, slowing in place for the soldiers to latch on, before slingshotting them to their destination. Intentional to avoid the boarding parties, they joined the Teroch and ARC-170 in picking away the rest of the surface guns. 60 Mandalorians landed on the Imperial Cargo Hulk, managing only a 20 seconds difference. Group by group, they breached airlocks, hulls, and the bridge itself. Precision that comes with centuries of battle. Perhaps you're worried you might unknowingly face a similar wrath one day. But this did not come from nowhere, it was far from unprovoked. An Imperial Remnant had done what greed makes all men do: they had taken what was not theirs. Lucky for you, you can learn from their mistake. ______________________________________________________________ More Pictures Notes Thanks for looking!
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*Your entry has earned 10 XP* Excerpt from Cdr. Bannon’s log: After the formation of the New Republic, Onderon maintained a somewhat icy alliance with the new galactic government. After the Imperial occupation, much of the military ordnance was left behind. Some were scavenged, and others forgotten. An informant on our payroll has located a temporary stash of confiscated imperial C7x canisters. It is time to take back what is ours. A direct imperial mission would draw too much heat so close to New Republic space. This called for different measures. However, not so different to the Imperial Triumvirate. Djina: Alright, I've got the guard in my scope. Zan Shysa: Kill him! *BLAAAM* Djina: Working for the Imps' not that bad! Zan Shysa: Cut the chatter! Djina, get rid of the body. Si'rai prepare the explosives! *BAAAAAAM* Zan Shysa: Alright, we got what we came for. Now let's get it back to the Commander... --- Some time later onboard the ISD Manticore... Cdr. Bannon: You have done well Miss Shysa! This is an impressive amount of Beskar, and as promised, you'll have your share along with your credits. I have another purpose for the rest. Zan Shysa: Thank you Commander. A pleasure doing business with you. Cdr. Bannon: I hope you will consider taking another job. I may need your assistance in dealing with some of your kind. Zan Shysa: Mmh... Tell me more... /// A fun little sequence... I hope you liked it...
