Power of the Force Episode XII: Deceived/narrative

Chapter One:Red Mask
I watched as ten Mammoth Star Destroyers jumped out of hyperspace with five Battle Gear launching from them. "Incoming transmittion from Runner." chimed the Century Eagle's A.I. "Patch em through." I watched as the image of a captain showed up on the screen. "This is Captain Lesner of Runner, I have been ordered to hand over command of all present Callus vessels, you may do as you see fit." "Thank you, however Captain Lesner, I am stepping down from command and handing it back over to you, I trust that there is a reason that you are in charge of all vessels that are present." Lesner looked stunned. "Why.. Why, thank you sir. Battle Gear team Release stand back, all Star Destroyers begin the orbital bombardment of Ord Mantell."

Chapter Two:Savossk the Elder
The room rumbled, I got up from my seat and looked out the window. Star Destroyers filled the sky, lasers were striking Ord Mantell's surface. I turned around to face Jarod Casp. "You have Vanquish's full support in the war." G'hruuk's voice crackled throughout the Palace speakers. "Callus wardroids have entered the Palace, I repeat Callus wardroids have entered the...." Blaster fire could be heard over the speakers."Come on we are getting you out of here." "Thanks.." I watched as the leader of the Jedi Clan activated his lightsaber and threw it through three wardroids and caught it.

Chapter Three:Darth Luvidicous
I stepped out of my shuttle and onto the snowy surface of Orriban. Orriban was where the Force had sent me to, This frozen hell had been where I had "died" thirty years ago, when I had been left behind by an old friend. Orriban was supposedly the place that Castol had been buried at. Castol Dalgota was an ancestor of mine that had fought during the Cold War that had followed the Great Galactic War thousands of years ago. I was to attempt to find his tomb, again.

Chapter Four:Jiahta
All of Vanquish that had been able to make it to the Bloody Krayt were aboard.The rest of the Vanquish forces would have to attempt to rendezvous with us on Mirth. I was alone in the cockpit with Shil, Shil turned his head towards mine. "I think that plan worked rather well, don't you?" "What plan?" "Oh, you weren't aware of it? Forget that I said anything." I stared at Shil's visor for a moment, I lowered my voice. "What plan?" "I said nevermind, sir." I got out of the co-pilot chair and walked over to Shil. "This is my ship, I am in charge of it, I am entitled to know the details of every mission that this ship participates in. I would advise that you tell me everything you know unless you want to find yourself being thrown out of the airlock!" "Mandalore Pirel ordered me to make sure that we were followed to Ord Mantell. He wanted it to seem that we were allied with Vanquish, he knew that if Callus or the G.P.S saw the Bloody Krayt on Ord Mantell it would provoke an attack. When Ord Mantell was assualted Vanquish would ally themselves with us." I swiftly took off Shil's helmet and punched him in the face. "You son ova kriffing mire! You cost many people their lives just to ensure that Vanquish would ally themselves with us!?" I grabbed Shil by the arms and threw him down onto the floor. Blood was flowing out of his nostrils, Shil had a look of sheer terror on his face. "Sir, I was just following orders!" I grabbed stun cuffs from my belt and slapped them on Shil's wrists. "I will deal with your ass later, right now I have to get the Bloody Krayt outta here!"

Chapter Five:Red Mask
I stared into the communication's screen. "Captain Lesner, the Bloody Krayt is in sight, it is imperative that the Bloody Krayt is destroyed here and now. Do whatever it takes to destroy it, all other ships are secondary objectives." "Roger. All starfighters in the area are ordered to engage the Bloody Krayt! Addendum, Sithis, and Dismissive you are required to assist in the pursuit of the Bloody Krayt as well, all remaining Star Destroyers carry on."

Chapter Six:G'hruuk
Star Destroyers and starfighters were in hot pursuit of the Bloody Krayt. I had barely escaped Ord Mantell, I was on a light transport. I was surrounded by fellow clansmen. I turned to Sevreet. "You are good with engineering, how much damage can this ship withstand?" "This ship is an old junker, not much." I turned on the commsystem. "Bloody Krayt, status?" Leader Savossk appeared. "We appear to be in the clea-" Communication was lost. "What happened Sevreet?" "The Bloody Krayt just got it's communications relay vaporized." Things looked grave for the Bloody Krayt, it appeared to have two of it's engines disabled. An unfamiliar clansman approached me. "Sir, their is no way that the Bloody Krayt is going to escape in it's current situation." "I think that it is time that we improve the situation then." "But sir, this junker has no weapons."

Chapter Seven:Jiahta
Things were grim, two engines had been blown apart and the communication relay dish was spacedust. I had get us out of this, I just had to. Almost all of the passengers were in the cockpit wanting answers. I felt something tug at the ship. I heard Casp's voice amoung all of the others. "We are in a tractor beam." I responded back to Casp. "They are trying to reel us in so that they can get a good shot." "That old junker has no weapons, why in the hell is it approaching the Star Destroyers?!" Said Vey. "That ship is the Jaws of Life." replied Savossk. "I am getting a high energy reading from Jaws of Life." I replied. Then what was happening sunk in, everyone stopped talking we all understood. "G'hruuk, no." said Savossk.

Chapter Eight:Red Mask
I stopped laughing once I understood what the old scrap heap was doing. "Captain Lesner, get clear, get clear!" I said over the Commscreen. I stared out the viewport as the old junker did a suicidal hyperspace jump right into Dismissive. The impact of the failed hyperspace jump destroyed the bridge, I watched as Dismissive crashed into Addendum. The impact of the crash tore a hole into the side of Addendum while destroying what remained of Dismissive. Addendum in turn crashed into Sithis which crashed into Runner. The Bloody Krayt slipped into hyperspace. I gave a quick salute to whomever was in charge of the junker as I plotted in my own course.

Chapter Nine:Jarod Casp
I was back on Pazi, Jiahta had informed me about Shil's orders. I locked up Shil in a cell and walked down the corridor to the room that Mandalore Pirel could usually be found at. Pirel was reading a datapad in his chair. "Mandalore Pirel, follow me." We walked to the cells without a word. I pointed at Shil. "Jiahta has informed me that you ordered Shil to allow us to be followed to Ord Mantell." "I did no such thing. You know me better than that don't you, Jarod?" remarked Pirel in a confused tone. I could sense no deception coming from Pirel. Shil jumped off the bench in his cell. "Mandalore, how could you?!" shouted Shil. I could sense the shock in Shil. Shil felt betrayed that much was clear to me. "How much did they pay you to betray us, what did you tell them?!" bellowed Pirel. "You are the traitor here, you aren't my Mandalore." "Who are you working for? Is it Callus? The G.P.S? Tell me!" "I didn't do anything wrong and you know it, I followed your damn orders to the letter." I could sense that Shil was telling the truth as well. "Mandalore Pirel, Shil, the force tells me that you both are telling the truth." "Do you still have the message that you were sent?" asked Pirel. "No, I deleted it per your orders or as Master Casp suggests an imposters orders. The message's signal beared a signature that only a Mandalore's transponder has." "I don't know what we should do Master Casp." replied Pirel.

Chapter Ten:Red Mask
"You have an incoming message." sung the Century Eagle's A.I. "Go ahead and connect." I responded. I watched as an image crackled onto the comm screen. The image was fuzzy, distorted. I couldn't make it out. "Hello project One Thousand Seven, how is my ship treating you?" I gasped. "Rumor has it that you are dead, old man. My ship is running fine by the way." I replied. "I had one hell of a time finding you again." "What was it that tipped you off?" "Perhaps I will tell you that later, perhaps I won't." "What do you want? Have you come to take away my freedom?" "I want you to confront project One Thousand Eight, the final project. I don't know which one of you is worthy of the Fett legacy, I have already set a plan in motion to get rid of the current Mandalore." "You want me to be Mandalore? You do realize that I don't meet the criteria?" "You don't, but One Thousand Eight does and you look just like him." "Charles Tamborah, you sly old bastard, I should have known that you would churn out another one, another clone of Boba Fett."