A-Galaxy-of-Our-Own

Flying between the mountain peaks, Sarah followed the familiar series of ravines and valleys to the compound that was her destination. The kids hadn't been happy that she'd left them behind. They always liked visiting with their aunt and uncle, not to mention all their cousins. She wasn't here for fun though, much as she might wish she was. The compound came into view, nestled in its little valley and she brought her speeder in over the large vehicle access bay. As she settled into the landing area, she smiled as she looked at the familiar ships of the family. Looked like everyone was home, which was nice. That meant she wouldn't have to hunt anyone down. Powering the airspeeder down, she hopped out to find a familiar face greeting her. “Good afternoon Mistress Neilson.” Leeroi said courteously. “Will the children be visiting as well?” “No, just me today Leeroi.” she said to the old service droid. “I'm looking for Aira-ty, is she around?” “I'm afraid Mistress Nokta is out at the

As the other LAATs disappeared behind mountains of scrap metal Colten’s green eyes flickered down to the abnormally small clonetrooper holding onto his left bicep, his tan colored robes flicking at the sides of the trooper’s helmet. The corner of his cheek twitched as he fought down a smirk when feeling the trooper’s grip tighten as the ship hit a small bit of turbulence. Sensing irritation start to rise from Tooka, Colten heard him shifting his legs into a wider stance to help with balance. It was around a month ago that he became Tooka’s unofficial ‘grab bar’ of sorts. Since the trooper could not comfortably reach the hanging straps suspended from the ship’s deckhead he typically held onto one of his squadmate’s arms for stability. The Padawan recalled the first time Delta had held onto his arm for support while looking back out at the murky orange sky, the poor trooper had pressed his back up against the side of the ship in an attempt to anchor himself without the support of a

The Karma dropped out of hyperspace, its form elongating and then compacting back to its proper proportions. Within the ship's bridge, Halna stood beside Havok as he examined the sensor screen. “No sign of trouble?” “The usual traffic hails.” the super tactical droid responded. “Our VID is holding up.” Halna nodded pensively. They were using a transport vessel identification from his father's shipping company. Hopefully it would stand up to scrutiny. Especially here at the heart of the now Galactic Empire. Looking out of the bridge viewport, Halna gazed at the glittering jewel that was Coruscant. He'd of course seen images of it many times in his life, who hadn't, but seeing it this close was certainly an experience. It was strange in many ways. During the war, this had been the goal. Knocking Coruscant out of the war would have all but sealed the Confederacy's victory, and now here he was at the heart of his enemy's triumphant empire, a fugitive able to do little more than run

The blue swirl of hyperspace flew past the cockpit of Rudy's ship as he glared at the blue tunnel furiously, as if doing so might make the journey any faster. He had no idea what sort of danger Kali-ra was in, the brief signal he'd received didn't give details. It was just a simple transmitter after all, it patched into the hypercom and broadcast a call for help and a set of updating coordinates every hour. Rudy had already dropped out of hyperspace a few times to verify the signal's coordinates, but the last two times he had checked it had been in the same location. That at least made it easier to follow Kali-ra's trail, but it also meant that the danger she was in could have increased. He didn't want to arrive to find a body, but if he did, a lot more bodies would be joining hers. A sudden pinging sounded, and Rudy looked down at the ship's control console. There was a gravity-well ahead, but that couldn't be right. There weren't any gravity-wells on this heading, he'd checked the

Entering into the galley, Orchid's senses were immediately assaulted by the myriad of smells, sounds, and sights in front of her. She was still not accustomed to the bright lights aboard the ship, or the idea that this many people was safe. Crowds had always been a mixed blessing before, a place where she could hide, but also a place where everyone could be a danger. The thought that everyone in this brightly lit and noisy room was safe was...frightening. “Hey kiddo!” the towering Zabrak called Zomori boomed. “Are you hungry?” Orchid jumped, the sound of the seemingly towering being's voice causing her to shrink as she stood frozen in the doorway of the galley. “Zomori,” a far gentler voice said from behind Orchid as a hand touched her back. “Don't shout at the poor thing, you'll scare her.” “Sorry Izzy!” the Zabrak laughed. “I'm not used to having a little kid around I guess.” Trembling slightly, Orchid looked up to find a smiling face looking down at her. “Hey there Orchid.”

“Are you sure?” Tiber Saxon asked inside the command room. “The sensors do not lie sir.” the sensor operator said. “One of the rebel warships has entered into close orbit and is descending towards the Imperial garrison.” “Shysa and his rabble are making their move.” Tiber snarled. “I wonder how the Suprema and his men will deal with a star destroyer floating over their encampment.” he turned to one of his super commandos. “The purges?” “Continuing.” the white armored soldier answered. “There is some resistance from members of House Vizsla, Clan Wren most notably.” “I will deal with them once this is over.” Tiber said. “So long as the people of Sundari understand who their leader is and where their loyalties ought to lie.” “Sir, we have new sensor contacts.” “Over the City of Bone?” “No sir, outside of Sundari.” the sensor operator checked their readings for a moment before looking up at the screen. “Meteors and Kom'riks sir, dozens of them!” “Launch our fighters!” Tiber

Standing outside of the pen, Guo-Jia looked at Kahan with a smirk. “You sure you want to go in there first? You know she loves stalking you.” Kahan shrugged, checking the tranquilizer rifle for a moment before sighing. “She needs her checkup.” he replied. “And you know we can't transport her without sedating her.” “And so you volunteer as bait?” Guo-Jia asked with a giggle. “Do you want to go in?” Kahan asked his friend and coworker. “Nope, I'm fine being up top.” Guo replied as she hefted her own rifle and walked up the stairs to the walkway above the enclosure. “Good luck in there, be sure to squeal when she catches you.” Sighing with exasperation, Kahan pushed the button on the side of the enclosure, waiting for the gate to open before slipping inside and waiting for the gate to close again. Once it was, he moved in amidst the foliage of the enclosure itself and let out a little whistle. “Peri!” he called. “Peri, come out!” There was a rustling off to one side and Kahan

His eyes scanning the terminal screen, Ka let out a sigh as he reread the message from the Jedi Order. They had the worst timing. He and Kesarah were set to celebrate their wedding anniversary, their first wedding anniversary, and here the Order was sending him a mission to the Deep Core of all places. It would take him weeks to get there, and weeks more to come back after however long it took to complete this mission...and it wasn't as if he could just deny it. He was going to have to break this to his wife, and he could already imagine her response, but first he'd pack his things and then tell her. It was easier to leave if he was already ready, otherwise Kesarah would find all sorts of interminable ways to delay him. Thinking of her playful tricks, he couldn't help the smile that made a home across his face. He'd have to make this up to her. It was no small thing to miss their first anniversary like this. “Why do you have to go now?” Kesarah pouted fitfully as she looked at