Shattered Night

[Curt-Man]

"there is no way we can get past this ship, and my emp net has not fully recharged yet, either stealth or evasive actions, plus that ship most likely will send out fighters as well as attacking us with its turrets, your flying guys, i got no say in this, then again they could not care about us and leave us aloen since they are niether remnat nor new republic" Trent says over an intercom.

[Joetheeskimo]

"How do we even know it's hostile, though?" Kilmor said right before red laser bolts whizzed hotly by Kilmor and Trent's hull.

 

"Well, scratch that," Kilmor muttered, rotating the ship to evade the fighters closing in. "Use your side turrets on the fighters. I'll try to get us into hyperspace."

 

Just as Kilmor gunned the gnines, however, the ship shuddered and suddenly it was drifting towards the starship's docking bay.

 

"Damn! A tractor beam!" Kilmor said, struggling to break the grip. It was no use; the ship was landed in the docking bay and a group of armored mercenaries emerged, pointing their guns at the ship and motioning for the passengers to come out.

 

"Not giving up yet," Kilmor muttered, gunning the engines. They flew into the docking bay wall and crashed through the plasteel. Startledmercenaries in the next room dove out of the way.

[Curt-Man]

"good job buddy, activate the guns and i'll try and hold hme off wiht ym turret that i ma currently sitting in" i then start blasting away anyien that tryies ot appraoch, then all of a sudden my guns blow up" ah crap! theres a dark jedi up thier on the highest platform, we are in for a treat" i get out of the turret into the ship

[Joetheeskimo]

Even at high power shots, Trent's consant stream of laser bolts is vain in slowing down the Dark Jedi, who jumps over and deflects them with his lightsaber. Kilmor squints at the Dark Jedi and sucks in his breath. "That face is all too familiar," Kilmor murmurs. "I'm going to try and get us out of here."

 

Kilmor turns the ship and blasts back through the hole in the wall. With the added momentum, the ship breaks free of the warships hold.

A blinking alaram goes off. "Enemy fighters on our tail. Use rear cannons," Kilmor called into the comset.

[Curt-Man]

" i'm there!" Trent runs towards the rear end of the ship and gets in the rear turret and starts firing at the incoming ships none get past trent he gets them all in one shot everytime, then a new ship emerges and he senses it is the dark jedi, trent fires at him but he dodges

" we got a problem, dark jedi man is on our tail! evasive actions, he will be a pain to take out!"

trent fires as fast and and presice as he can but it is no use.

[Writer]

Without warning, another ship gigantic ship comes out of hyperspace nearby. This one is entirely black and, though it doesn't have the same shape, it is roughly the size of a Super Star Destroyer. There is no evidence that this new ship is armed, but the first ship turns to attack. The commanding officer knows this ship and he is fearful.

 

"Spast!" Alyssa hisses. "Not them! Let's hope they've got something against these new enemies of ours!"

 

She manages to break her tiny fighter out of the tractor beam and sends it rocketing toward the new ship. A tractor beam from this ship strikes her fighter and draws it inside the ship.

 

((Don't try to get Alyssa out. I've got my own ideas here.))

[Curt-Man]

"oh no! alyssa! we have to back for her, she's dead meat! we have to"

[Writer]

Alyssa waited patiently as her fighter was drawn into the immense black ship. Soon, her fighter was completely hidden from outside view, for the doors to the hangar bay were closed. Once she could be certain that the atmosphere was breathable, Alyssa opened the cockpit of her fighter and stepped out. She had been on this ship only once before. It had not been a pleasant experience.

 

"You're familiar with the way to the bridge," a female voice said over a loudspeaker. "Why don't you come and see us again? We're, shall we say, happy to see you again? Or perhaps 'happy' isn't quite the word I'm looking for."

 

"Your feelings on my arrival are indifferent until I offer money, which I don't have with me," Alyssa muttered. She knew the owners of the ship could hear her nonetheless. Their microphones were amazingly powerful.

 

"True," a male voice answered. "The time we get the money is unimportant. It's the amount we're interested in."

 

"I'm coming," Alyssa said. She sighed and used the force to jump to a catwalk several feet above her head. From there, she entered a door and walked along the corridor behind it. Soon, she came to a lift and entered it.

 

"Bridge," she said. The doors slid shut.

 

"Identify yourself," a metallic monotone answered. Alyssa sighed, but had no time to respond. The lift lurched into action, spouting the words, "Identity check overridden."

 

Minutes later, the lift stopped and the doors opened, revealing the bridge and only two people. The man was clearly the elder of the two. The girl was no more than a teenager.

 

"We welcome you again to our ship," the girl said. "We hope this time, your stay is a little more gentle on you than the last was."

 

"Your hope is the same as mine," Alyssa answered. She frowned. "May I ask what you are doing here?"

 

Nom and Tarila Vilnov were bounty hunters and, though their ship didn't appear to have any weapons, the weapons were there and very powerful. They began this trade when their parents were killed. Nom was 17 and Tarila was 7. Together, they hunted the people who killed their parents. Because of their skill, people began to hire them frequently. They always got the job done. Now, Nom was 27, Tarila was 17 and they had only gotten better at what they did.

 

"Our job," Nom answered. "This ship," he motioned to a viewscreen, pointing out the large ship, "has a large bounty on its hide. We're here to collect it."

 

"That's good news to me," Alyssa said. "That smaller ship is being piloted by two friends of mine. I don't know who's in the larger ship, but they're not friendly toward my friends."

 

"Convenient," Tarila said. "Our bounty hunting saves your friends. First, let us break that ship's tractor beam."

 

She walked over to a nearby console and destroyed the device causing the tractor beam. Then, she pressed a few more buttons. A tractor beam from their ship caught the one holding Apo and Trent, dragging it into the same hangar bay as Alyssa's had been pulled.

 

"Would you care to speak with your friends?" Nom asked, gesturing to another console. Alyssa stepped over to it.

 

"Trent, Apo!" she said. "Don't worry. Nom and Tarila Vilnov are bounty hunters. They're after the other ship and were willing to get you away from it before destroying it. Follow one of the crew to the bridge as soon as you can."

[Curt-Man]

" i'm trusting you alyssa but be warned if anyone does anything funny the better be prepared!"

[Writer]

"Does he think we are totally devoid of honor?" Nom wondered, bristling at Trent's comment. Tarila seemed to feel the same way as she moved to the console that Alyssa was standing by. She took the comlink from Alyssa.

 

"If anyone is making any 'funny' movements, it will be you," she snapped. "My brother and I do not go back on our word."

 

"Strange," Alyssa murmured. "Somehow, I thought it was because you recieved money that you came after me the first time I was here. Then, my uncle offered you more and you turned on your original employers. Did I misunderstand?"

 

"No," Nom snorted. "The Dark Jedi really wanted you. They paid us, but Skywalker offered more. Only in this situation do we turn. It is a rare occurence, I must say."

 

Alyssa grabbed the comlink from Tarila. "Everything is going to be fine. Nothing 'funny' is going to happen. Trust me."

 

In a few seconds, a human female entered the hangar bay to escort Trent and Apo to the bridge. When they arrived, the crew member simply disappeared into thin air. Alyssa smiled, pleased with her knowledge of what just happened.

 

"That crew member is a hologram," she explained. "She has been sent back to her original post. She normally works in engineering, am I correct, Nom?"

 

"You are," Nom replied. He walked over to where Trent Apo and Alyssa were standing. "I'm Nom Vilnov. Allow me to welcome you to our ship." He extended his hand.

[Joetheeskimo]

((Apo? Have you gone insane? ))

 

Kilmor shakes it warily. "I'm Kilmor. This is Trent. We're on our way to...Yavin 4."

 

Kilmor decided to keep the fact he was in fact a Jedi and on his way to teh Jedi Academy undisclosed. He had too many bounty hunters on his tail that dispised the Jedi already.

[Redwing]

((Apo? Where? >_>))

[Curt-Man]

" sorry, i have been a little uptight lately just things haven't been going my way so sorry for the prejudice, yes as kilmor said i am trent and thank you for rescuing us i guess fomr them"

trent then stands at attention still watching thier every move.

[Writer]

Tarila stares at Kilmor. "The Kilmor?" She laughs. "You've got quite a bounty on your head, if I'm not mistaken."

 

Nom laughed with his sister. "Fortunately for you, we don't run in those circles. We are for hire and do not run around looking for bounties to collect. Highest bidder wins our services."

 

"It is rare that someone would come to us with a request like taking you out," Tarila continued. "They don't think we could manage it."

 

"Enough!" Alyssa exclaimed. "You're forgetting about something."

 

"Are we really?" Nom asked, sounding surprised. "No, I think you are mistaken, Miss Solo. We are not forgetting anything at all."

 

"What of the other ship?" Alyssa asked. It was her turn to be surprised. Tarila shrugged.

 

"It's taken care of," she answered. Sure enough, the other ship was merely drifting whereas it had been attacking the Vilnovs ship. "Our crew went over to take care of it."

 

"Your crew is made up of holographic images of people!" Alyssa exclaimed. "How is it possible your crew took care of it?"

 

"They are capable of it," Nom replied. "If you'd be kind enough to remember, they are capable of physical contact if they must be. We sent them over there with that ability activated. They forcefully overpowered the crew. It's as simple as that!"

 

"You never cease to amaze me," Alyssa muttered.

[Curt-Man]

"amazing, physical holograms, ive heard of it but never believed, so what are we doing here anyway?"

[Writer]

"Last I knew, we were waiting for Miss Solo to tell us where to drop you all off," Nom said. Alyssa smiled.

 

"The Jedi Academy, of course!" she said. "My adoptive mom will send you the money you want after she learns of your help."

 

"Good enough," Tarila said. She stepped over to a console on the bridge, directing the giant ship into hyperspace toward the Jedi Academy. The other ship followed, controlled by the holographic crew.

[Joetheeskimo]

((wildjedi called me Apo. I asked her politely if she had gone mentally insane. ))

 

"A bounty on my head," Kilmor muttered. "I do believe you are mistaken."

[Curt-Man]

"off we go then" trent said, he was thinking mainly on how he would confront the jedi who would not take to kindly to him, probably, Trent was worried.

[Joetheeskimo]

((OOC: Oh, btw guys, about two pages ago we somehow started calling me Kilmor. I'm Namin in this thread. Just pretend all occurences of the name Kilmor were Namin. ))

 

Kilmor stared at the holo crew with disgust, but he was glad to be headed back to the Academy.

 

((OOC2: And it appears that Apo is no longer active. This really sucks. Oh well; we have Curt -Man now. :\ ))

[Writer]

((Cripes!! Last I knew, Apo was in here and you weren't, Joe... that's where that comment came from. Oh well, it's all straightened out now, I assume. Oh, BTW Joe, you were the one who 'accidentally' started calling yourself Kilmor. It was because one of the original participants of the thread killed Namin (though later, it turned out Namin wasn't dead because you didn't kill him off). We can go back to using Namin if you would like. I have no objections.))

 

Tarila stared at Namin and shook her head slowly. "No," she said. "We don't forget what we've been told. You and Miss Solo both have bounties on your heads thanks to the Dark Jedi."

 

"We never could figure out why they started hiring bounty hunters," Nom continued. "After all, they would be better at opposing you than any bounty hunter, wouldn't you agree?"

 

"Besides," Alyssa added, "you have said before that, unless you are hired personally, you don't go after anyone. You don't hunt for fun."

 

"Highest bidder wins," Tarila agreed. "No one has come to us asking for your heads, so we are willing to help."

 

She checked a nearby console to see how they were getting along in the process of getting to the Academy.

[Curt-Man]

"hey, do you have an armory or a work bench that i can use around here, also i need to meditate so is there a room i can do that in?" Trent got directions to the wokrshop, he entered and right away started altering his sbaer, he took out the green crystal he had been using and put in a purple on, he then closed the crystal containment part of the hilt, he ignited the saber to see it glow a briliant purple, he deactivated it and then went to a nearby empty room, where he put down all his stuff then started meditating and clearing his mind for the academy. Trent felt that they could now view the planet from the bridge, he got up and got his stuff and headed back down there, he stood near the doorway watching the planet get closer.

[Writer]

Tarila half turned when Trent entered the room. Alyssa was nowhere to be seen and Nom was working at a console on the other side of the bridge. He made no movement. Tarila smiled at Trent and turned back to her console.

 

She hailed the Jedi Academy. In seconds, Luke's voice came through.

 

"What can we help you with?" he asked after Tarila had identified herself and those on board. Tarila laughed.

 

"I believe it's what we can help you with," she corrected. "We have some passengers who wanted to be dropped off here. That's all."

 

"If you don't mind, we'd like you to stick around for a little," Luke answered. "The Vong are around here somewhere, not to mention the Dark Jedi. We know your reputation and would like you on our side."

 

"You know we don't take sides," Nom said, coming to stand by his sister. "We take money."

 

"Even bounty hunters have sides they prefer," Luke replied calmly. Nom and Tarila were silent as Luke continued. "You must choose a side at some point. If you don't, the Dark Jedi will tire of your double allegiance and attack you."

 

"True," Tarila said, nodding. "When that happens, we will side with you."

 

"It has already happened," Alyssa announced as she came onto the bridge. "That ship trailing us was sent by the Dark Jedi. Surely you understand. It was a trap for you and we were the bait."

 

"Then we side with you," Nom said quietly. "We will stay."

 

Nom and Tarila retreated and had a private conversation.

 

"We already have more money than we need," Tarila said softly. Nom nodded.

 

"I tire of our bounty hunting also," he answered. "Maybe Skywalker will train us. Last time we met with him, he told us we were strong in the Force."

 

"That's what makes us so good at bounty hunting," Tarila agreed. "Maybe you're right. Let's stay."

 

She moved over to the console once more and spoke to Luke. "Where can we land this ship?"

 

"We don't have anything that size," Luke replied. "You'll have to find a large enough clearing. Once you do, Alyssa will lead you here. I want to speak with you again."

 

"We look forward to it," Nom said. Tarila directed the ship into the atmosphere and they began searching for a place to set down.

 

In the Jedi Temple, Luke shook his head in amazement. Nom Vilnov had said, "We look forward to it." Something had changed since his last conversation with these siblings. Luke was happy at the change, knowing it was a change for the better.

[Curt-Man]

Trent smiled back at tarila, they then spoke with master luke, and then they finaly found a large clearing, where they landed, they equiped themselves with weapons, for they were still a ways away form the academy, trent saw some wild beasts far off north, but thankfully they weren't going there, the moved cautiously across the plains "alright, alyssa, lead us there".

[Writer]

Alyssa nodded and started out. Nom carried a sniper rifle as his main weapon. A small blaster pistol was at his side. Tarila, however, did not carry any form of technology save for her comlink. Her only weapons were two cortosis rapiers and an assortment of knives. Alyssa smiled.

 

Tarila was well known for her skill in using the weapons she carried. It was said she could even battle a Jedi, though not for long. In fact, a small gang had once asked Nom and Tarila to kill a Sith. Tarila had engaged the Sith in combat long enough for Nom to snipe the Sith from behind.

 

"You are amused," Tarila noted, turning to Alyssa. Alyssa nodded.

 

"I'm sure everyone in this company has heard of your skill with your weapons," Alyssa replied. "I was just thinking of what it might look like."

 

"I see," Tarila said. She fell slightly behind Alyssa and continued walking.

[Curt-Man]

trent went up to tarila and tried to conversate with her " so whats with the old school weapons?, i mean they look cool and all but even a blaster can get you when your not expecting it, or something"