User:Darth Void/Archive 18

Chapter One: The Assignment
A man clad in black stood before the Dark Council with his master at his side. The man in black, Castol Dalgota, had been asked for specifically by Darth Howl. "What is the will of the Dark Council?" asked Castol's master. "Silence harpie! It is your fault that we are in this mess, you shall not even do so much as to breathe unless ordered to do so. Is that understood?" commanded Darth Marr. "How dare you!" shrieked Darth Thornax in response. Lightning shot from Darth Marr's fingertips only to be met by Darth Thornax's very own, the Dark Council and Castol did not intervine as it was the way of the Sith. "You may be the Emperor's apprentice but you lack a seat on the Dark Council, you have no authority, submit at once!" commanded Marr. "I will destroy you!" An ominous wave of energy separated the two combatants. "Enough! I grow weary of this, the two of you are detracting this meeting." ordered Darth Jadus. "Another time then, Thornax." "Castol Dalgota, you have been summoned here by the personal request of the Emperor. The Emperor has forseen that you are the best person to send after Condar Aftburner." Castol kneeled. "Where can I find Condar, counselor?" "We believe that Condar is heading to Ord Mantell where his ship was docked during his capture. We want Condar back alive." "As the Emperor wills, Lord Howl." "You are dismissed."

Chapter Two: Departure
Master and apprentice stood alone at one of Korriban's docking bays. "I can feel your fear seething out of you." "Yes, master. I am worried that I may not be able to track down Condar Aftburner." "You are right to be afraid then, I do not need to remind you that the Dark Council frowns upon failure. I believe that the darkside will be with you." "Why do you say that?" "Because the Emperor requested you, if you had any chance of failure he would not have. Just remember to feel, don't think use your instincts." The apprentice bowed to his master and walked up the loading ramp of his Imperial Interceptor. Darth Thornax watched as the Interceptor ascended the landing pad and smiled.

Chapter Three: Flight of the Flaming Dove
The light star cruiser sat right where it had been when Condar was arrested. Two bounty hunters stood guard in front of the Flaming Dove. One was a Rodian and the other was a Gammorean they had been sent by Nem'ro the Hutt to capture Condar and bring him before Nem'ro. "Come out with your hands up, I see you Condar." the Rodian commanded. Condar stepped out from behind one of the many stacks of crates in the docking bay with his hands in the air. Condar slowly stepped toward the Rodian. "You guys caught me, Nem'ro shall be pleased." "Yes, with us but not you Aftburner." spoke the Rodian. "Yes, I imagine he is still sore about his hanger. He should have paid me full price for the goods, I imagine that he is going to short you too, not that its any of my business." "Perhaps we should find a new employer, Celiq." Spoke the Gammorean. The Rodian discharged four shots from his blaster into the Gammorean's chest. "Stupid lugs, they are always so useless." said Celiq. Celiq turned to aim his blaster back at Condar, he was too late. Condar had already drawn his blaster and sent two shots into Celiq's skull. Condar smiled and walked up his ship's loading ramp. "Looks like I shot first." remarked Condar as he looked back at Celiq's corpse. Condar began to prep the Flaming Dove for take off when he noticed a cloaked figure enter the docking bay. "Dammit, just leave me alone Sith."

Chapter Four: Sith versus Smuggler
Castol Dalgota made his way toward the "Flaming Dove" as quickly as his legs would carry him. The ship's gun turrent pointed itself at Castol, causing him to weave his way out of the hailfire, this cost him precious time and he was aware of it. Castol quickly noticed containers scattered around the docking bay. The various containers in the docking bay were a blessing, they provided Castol with cover and took the majority of the shots, those that didn't hit the crates scorched the ground. The "Flaming Dove's" engines roared to life and the stands retracted when Castol was nearly within reach. "Scada!" Castol reached into his robe and pulled out a round tracking beacon, he leapt into the air and barely managed to plant it on the "Flaming Dove". Castol quickly sprinted out of the docking bay towards his own fighter.