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Very cool  big_smile

magical cod piece of enchanted good luck and lightening bolts. It was the source of...

Naya did not like the idea of having anything to do with Deathwatch, let alone join their demolition team. However, if she agreed, there was the potential for escape. “Let me think about it,” she said out loud.

Cheln studied her for a moment, bringing his hands together, finger tips touching. With a nod he replied, “Very well.”

“So what happens when we get to Mandalore?” Naya asked.

Cheln returned to eating his meal, he took his time in answering. “I have some business to attend to. You will be my guest, until you decide on whether or not to be part of my special ops team.”

(Sorry for the short post, will hopefully get more done tomorrow.)

Naya had been sitting in her room for less than ten minutes when the door chimed. She answered it to see Cheln facing her. She somehow managed not to swallow. “Yes?” she said keeping it short.

Cheln was looking fairly relaxed, “We’re still at least an hour away from Mandalore. I was wondering if you’d join me for dinner.”

Naya was a little surprised by the invitation. Although it didn’t really sound like it was optional. “Ah, sure, when is dinner?” she said.

“Now,” Cheln said as he extended his hand. Naya stepped forward but avoided his hand, in turn he placed it in the crook of her arm. “This way,” he said guiding her down the corridor.

Naya had expected to be led to the mess hall, but instead she found herself in Cheln’s rather large quarters. A table for two had been set and a large covered serving platter sat in the middle of the table. Cheln pulled out a chair for her and Naya sat, surprised at the gesture.

Cheln lifted the platter cover, “I had slow roasted gornt with red wine jus cooked as I heard it was something of a delicacy on Ryloth.”

To say Naya was surprised was something of an understatement. Cheln had either been to Ryloth or he’d done his homework. “Wow, er… thank you.”

A smile touched Cheln’s lips, “Sometimes it’s nice to taste a little bit of home.” There was an undertone to Cheln’s words but Naya had no idea what it meant. Cheln served up the dish and then took his own seat. “So have you been to Ryloth lately?”

“No, I haven’t been to Ryloth in quite a while,” Naya said truthfully as she started eating her meal.

“So you’ve been travelling with Vren for some time?” Cheln said casually and Naya suddenly realised where this was going. Cheln was trying to assess her worth as a bargaining chip with Vren.

Naya shrugged as she took another mouthful of the delicious meal. “You could say that,” she said, considering that they had travelled down that dark tunnel for ‘some time’.

“How did you meet?” Cheln said, asking a more direct question.

Naya took a moment as she finished her mouthful. “We met under fire. The circumstances led us to a co-operative agreement,” she told, looking Cheln straight in the eye.

He studied her for a moment, “So what is your field of speciality?”

A broad smile spread across Naya’s face, “Explosives.”

Cheln matched her smile, looking impressed, “Ah a lady after my own heart. I started my career in explosives.”

Naya nodded, “So what’s your preferred product?”

“Ultra-blast,” he grinned.

Naya’s eyes widened with enthusiasm. “It’s good stuff if you can get your hands on it.”

His look turned smug, “I’ve got some on board.”

Naya’s jaw dropped, “No way!”

“I’ve got a unique job that requires something more spectacular than regular explosives,” he said as he looking at her with a tilt to his head. “Perhaps you’d like to assist my team?”

Cheln turned to Vren, “As agreed, you can take your bounty and claim your pay.” Cheln turned to look at Naya, “She comes with us back to Mandalore.”

“What?” Naya gasped, “Why do I have to go Mandalore?”

Cheln smiled coldly, “To ensure Vren keeps his side of the deal.”

Naya’s eye twitched slightly, it seemed that Cheln thought she meant more to Vren that he actually realised. She was a virtual stranger to Vren and she gave him a questioning glare.

Vren spoke, “I’m to meet them at Mandalore. Then you can go do as you like.”

“When exactly are we going?” Naya asked as she narrowed her gaze at Vren.

Cheln took her arm in his large hand, “We leave right now.”


They were half way to Mandalore before Naya realised she’d made a potentially fatal error. She hadn’t had much choice in the matter of going to Mandalore, however Naya’s blood had almost frozen in her veins as she overheard Cheln mention the need to report to Dun Gorah.

Naya’s hand absently touched her damaged lek in response to the White Wall. She’d barely escaped death at his hands only months before. Her mind wandered back to the image of him standing over her. He had some sort of clawed glove on his hand. He’d grabbed her by the right lekku and twisted the claws into her delicate flesh. Through the pain she’d somehow managed to obtain her hidden pistol and shot him between his thigh and knee plates.

Naya shook her head in attempt to push the memories away. A faint sweat had broken over her skin and her hands were holding the material of her cargo pants so tight that her knuckles were white. She decided to vanish to her quarters before Cheln decided to make that call.

Welcome to the boards, jefffett!  smile

Gripp led the way to Vren. The corridor was brightly lit but had the sterile feel of a laboratory. Gripp approached the door to Vren’s room and activated it. Inside Vren stood in his armour talking to another Mandalorian dressed in black armour with gold highlights. “That’s Grenatar Cheln,” Gripp said quietly, with an undertone of respect.

Naya got the impression that the name was supposed to mean something, but she’d never heard of Cheln. Perhaps he was the leader of this branch of Deathwatch.

Naya was able to recognise Vren due to his armour, this time he actually had his helmet off. It was the first time Naya had seen him without it. His face was all sharp angles yet he didn’t have a look of cruelty that some men did with such features. His skin was tanned and his hair cut short. Naya always found human heads fascinating. It seemed so strange that they were devoid of headtails. They lacked the extra appendages for added body language, plus they surely felt unbalanced without the additional weight.

Vren’s eyes met hers and a slight smile tugged at his lips. “So you’re okay,” he said simply.

Naya gave a nod, “Yes, and you look much better.”

Vren’s smile dropped, “I feel much better, but it comes at a cost.” His gaze turned to Cheln.

Naya wondered what that cost was.

**Nehutyc if you're not happy with where this is going, I can edit. I'm just in a writing mood. Plus it's nice to see the old crew back again!**

**Sorry for the double post, but here's the next part I wanted to write...**

Naya was led to a small but well set out room. It was clear that the Mandalorians stayed at the building regularly, although the place looked more like a basic motel room rather than any sort of permanent living quarters.

"So do you guys live here?" Naya asked as Gripp was about to leave.

He shook his head, "I don't and most of the others don't. This is just temporary accommodation while we seek out others to join our cause."

"And what cause is that?" Naya asked warily.

Gripp turned to face her, his face was still hidden by his silver helmet with orange highlights. "It is our goal to restore true order to Mandalore, by whatever means necessary."

Naya managed to hide the shudder than ran down her spine at the cold tone of Gripp's words. "So is Vren part of the Deathwatch?"

"If he knows what's good for him. The leaders will expect some sort of repayment for the use of the Bacta tank," Gripp stated.

"How long do you think he'll be in there for?" Naya queried, eager to change the subject from Deathwatch.

Gripp shrugged, "Probably no more than a day. I suggest you take the opportunity to rest." He moved to the door and gave her a once over, "In the meantime, I'll see if I can find some more suitable clothes for you."

He was gone before she could make comment on that. Hopefully more suitable meant the clothes who be made of more cloth rather than less.


Naya felt that she'd only just closed her eyes when there was a chime of the doorbell. She sat up, stretched and then quickly rearranged her cloak before opening the door. A young female Mandalorian stood at the door, in her armour but without the helmet. In her arms she held a pile of clothes.

The Mandalorian smiled, "Here," she said as she thrust the clothes into Naya's hands, "Gripp said you needed some new clothes. There are a couple of my old things there that might fit you."

Naya looked at the Mandalorian, she was a good head shorter than her. Somehow she had a feeling the pants were going to be too short. But she thanked her and went back into her room to try on the clothes.

As she suspected the cargo pants were on the short side, however Naya put her boots back on and tucked in the pant legs so no one would be the wiser. She put on the long sleeved t-shirt which again was too short in the sleeve department and a little too tight across her bust. Luckily the Mandalorian girl had also supplied her with a vest which partly hid the overly tight shirt.

She left on the decorative lekku socks that covered the majority of her headtails. They didn't match anything she wore except the boots, since both contained silver highlights. Naya refused to take of the lekku socks anywhere but in the privacy of her own space. Her right lek was horrendously scarred. She shuddered as the image of "The White Wall" came to mind. That particular Mandalorian was a psycho butcher. She hoped never to cross paths with him again.

At that moment the door chimed again. She answered it to see Gripp once more, "Vren's awake."

Naya watched as Vren proclaimed his name to the other Mandalorians. However a moment later he collapsed on the ground. Naya knelt down and shook his shoulder, but he didn’t respond.

A Mandalorian clad in silver and orange armor descended into the tunnel using his jetpack. He checked Vren’s vital signs and gave a thumbs up to his companions, “He’s alive. Looks like the explosion did more damage than we initially thought.”

Indo chose that moment to groan. The silver and orange Mandalorian’s gaze turned sharply to the captive. “I can only assume the bounty on that one is worth more with him alive rather than dead.”

Naya shrugged, “Vren didn’t go into detail.”

The silver and orange Mandalorian studied her for a moment, “Odd, considering you’re his partner.”

Naya gave an awkward grimace, “I was more like the backup plan.”

Two more Mandalorians descended and lifted Vren’s unconscious form to the upper level.

“Come here,” commanded the silver and orange clad Mandalorian to Naya. She moved closer and he wrapped his arms around her. “Hold on,” he said simply as he ignited his jetpack and helped her out of the tunnel.  Unfortunately the gust of wind created by the jetpack blew Naya’s robes open momentarily, showing her skimpy attire. As soon as they landed on solid flooring the Mandalorian released her, yet his hands were a little slow on departing.

“Thanks,” Naya said as she looked at her surroundings.

The Mandalorian clad in silver and orange extended his hand, “I am Gripp Taldane.”

Naya took his hand and shook it, “Naya Alta’ec.” To shake hands was very much a human greeting, but Naya was okay with returning the gesture. “What will you do with Vren?”

“We have a bacta tank we can immerse him in. However he’ll have to pay us back for the privilege of using it.” Gripp said coolly. Naya inwardly cringed. “We can provide you with accommodation while you wait for him to heal up.” Gripp offered.

Naya didn’t have a lot of options, “Sure, that’d be great.”

**I'd write more, but I really need to get to bed. Hopefully will add some more in the morning.**

At the sound of the next booby trap being activated, Naya took a step back. Next the Mandalorian shouted, "Themal dets! To the floor!" Naya didn’t hesitate as she dropped and tucked herself into a ball but also stuck her fingers in her ears. She knew from her experience with explosives that the noise would be deafening in such enclosed quarters.

Naya had her eyes closed as she felt the shockwave. She counted to thirty before opening her eyes and removing her fingers from her ears. She stood carefully and cringed at her ringing ears. The Mandalorian was up and looking a little disorientated.

Indo was still lying on the floor. Naya wasn’t sure if he was unconscious, dead or just playing dead. “Is the scumbag alive?” she asked, but the Mandalorian made no acknowledgment of hearing her question.

Naya squinted her eyes to look up into the hole in the ceiling. The light was bright but there were shadows moving. The shadows drew closer and Naya recognised the armour they wore. She turned to the Mandalorian, “Friends of yours?” she queried, but again he didn’t respond in any way.

“Who dares to blow their way into a Deathwatch property!” One of the many Mandalorians boomed.

Naya waited for the Mandalorian beside her to say something, but still he said nothing. Naya decided it was up to her to stop a possible fire fight. “Sorry friends, the moron lying on the ground forgot to tell us about his thermal detonators.” It wasn’t a complete lie.

“State your business,” the same voice asked.

Naya made her way to the Mandalorian and elbowed him. He raised a gloved finger and tapped the side of his helmet. It was then that she noticed the blood staining his collar. Naya sighed, he’d lost his hearing.

Naya had no idea why the Mandalorian she was with was after Indo, but she had a good idea. “We’re retrieving a Rebel bounty for the Imperials.”

This started a conversation above, generally it sounded positive. Naya briefly glanced at her blaster which was lying on the floor where she’d accidently left it during the explosion.

The Mandalorian beside her, tapped her arm and passed her a filmsi card. It was a business card of sorts and it was for Nehutyc Vren. He pointed to himself.

“Vren?” Naya said quietly, making sure she mouthed the word so he could read her lips. He nodded then returned his gaze to the Mandalorians above.

**Had to post, sorry Nehutyc if I messed up where you wanted to go with this...**

Along with seven bears and a monkey that has his own tommy gun, which he promptly begins to fire at...

The Mandalorian didn’t say anything but he shoved Indo forward, he emphasised his point with the barrel of his blaster.

Naya smirked, “Ah good. You can be toast for the next round.”

They walked another 20 metres before the next trap sprung to life. This time it was electrical arcs that sizzled from the walls. The problem was that Indo was on the other side of it when it began.

The Mandalorian cursed in a few choice native words and charged after Indo as the trap fizzled out. Naya kept up the pace, but was sure to be two steps behind. Fortunately Indo tripped over and fell heavily to the stone floor.

As the Mandalorian yanked Indo to his feet, Naya was able to see a faint glow. “It looks like there’s something up ahead.”

**Sorry for the short post, it's late here...**

That looks awesome. However from that particular angle it's a bit of a "Michael Jackson" pose, if you catch my drift...

Naya had to refrain from snorting. “How about age before beauty,” she replied as she pointed at Indo. “I figure if there are any booby traps down there, we let Indo cop it.”

The Mandalorian looked at Indo for a moment. “A good idea, however Indo’s bounty is for live capture.”

Naya snorted, “Typical.” She took a moment to run over to the bar and grab a couple of disposable glowrods from under the bench top.

“What are you doing?” The Mandalorian asked sharply.

“Getting glowrods so we can see through the gloom,” Naya stated as she cracked one of the five glowrods she’d found. The Mandalorian eased back and Naya reluctantly took the lead.

The passageway was dark and dank, yet the floor was relatively clear and clean. “I get the impression this tunnel has been used fairly recently,” Naya told as The Mandalorian closed the seats back down. It felt like being enclosed in a tomb.

They were only a few paces in when they heard an explosion behind them. “I guess the Imperials blew the doors,” Naya said quietly as she picked up the pace.

The illumination of the glowrod exposed Indo’s sinister grin. “What’s with the creepy smile?”

Indo started to cackle, “You’re not going to make it out of this tunnel alive.”

At that moment Naya felt the stone beneath her foot sink. She immediately jumped backward, just as a burst of flame shot out from both walls. The flames rolled together for only a few moments before going out.

Naya turned to glare at the Mandalorian. “Once again, I suggest the scumbag goes first.”

Naya kept her eyes on the Mandalorian as she lowered herself to pick up the blaster. The E-11 was a little heavy, yet sat comfortably in her hands. She lowered her eyes from the hunter momentarily to check over the weapon. It seemed the blaster had almost full charge and was set to kill.

"Alright, I'll help you." Naya said as she stalked forward. "Although going out blasters blazing isn't the only way out of here. I'm sure your bounty over there has access to areas of this building that I do not. I have heard the establishment owner talking of an escape tunnel. Mind you, I wouldn't trust Indo as fair as you could throw him."

After finding a hiding place beneath the stage floor, in a bunker of sorts, Naya had waited out the inevitable fire fight. She wasn’t alone in the bunker as one of the Rodian dancing girls had grabbed her by the arm and dragged her inside.

Once the noise of battle had died away, Naya had cautiously emerged from the bunker. The Rodians had stayed put, too scared to move. But Naya was not one new to battle. She knew there would be reinforcements soon, it was best to get out now.

Pulling the cloak tight against her body as she moved, Naya wished she had access to a weapon of sorts. Not that there were any real options in the dressing room, nor any of the other rooms the resident slaves had access to. The only way out for her was through the front door. No doubt the rear exit would be covered.

The smoke was starting to thin as Naya stepped into the shambles. Debris littered the floor, making it impossible to travel quietly. Suddenly the soft sound of a body hitting the ground, along with a groan, turned Naya’s attention to the front exit. There stood a Mandalorian, who had clearly dropped Indo Drasten on the floor, to line her up in his sights.

Most beings feared Mandalorians, but not Naya. One of her closest and most trusted friends had been a Mandalorian. He had fought side by side with her during the chaos back on Ryloth. She never knew what happened to him, although she suspected he’d been killed in the final battle.

The Mandalorian spoke with a voice meant to intimidate, "What are you doing here, who are you?"

“I’m trying to get out of here, just like you. My name is Naya Alta’ec and I have no desire to stay here for the Imperial reinforcements.” Naya took a step forward, “So may I leave now, or do you intend to shoot me?”

Name: Naya Alta’ec
Species: Twi’lek
Gender: Female
Age: 25
Height: 5"7
Appearance: Green skinned, slim yet toned, a pretty face with a brain behind it.
Occupation: Slave for cantina entertainment.  Formerly an explosives technician for a renegade faction back on Ryloth.


20 minutes prior…

Naya stood behind the stage curtain, her fingers holding the heavy fabric open slightly to view the small crowd beyond. She was up next, much to her distaste.

As usual she was adorned in the scanty outfit the cantina owner had instructed she wear: a metallic silver halter top with plunging neckline, a matching skirt that reached mid-thigh with a split up to the heavy black leather belt that sat low on her waist. Plus a pair of knee-high black leather boots trimmed with silver highlights on the eyelets and toe.

Naya inwardly cringed at the thought of her parents seeing her in such attire. Not that it was possible since they were both dead. Talia’s Place had been her home now for over seven months, yet she still hated it with as much passion as the day she had arrived.

The tempo of the song playing slowed and Naya took her cue. A pair of Rodian females exited the stage as Naya and two other female Twi’leks took their place. Naya moved into position beside the dance pole furthest to the left. The music became more tribal as she and her fellow dancers started their routine.

As Naya swang around her pole and into a squat she noticed that something rolled through the door. It was a small metallic globe. Suddenly two more joined the first and smoke started streaming from all three. Within moments the doors were stormed by the tell-tale white of Imperial troopers.

Naya rolled to the floor and tumbled her way back behind the stage curtain. She saw the lead stormtrooper giving hand gestures to his squad and knew something bad was about to happen. “Patrons, remain where you are.”

Naya immediately darted to the change room and threw on a black lightweight cloak. She needed to find a way out.

Only to turn them into zombies that craved eating underwear!

The Jedi had become too arrogant and complacent. I haven't read Order 66 (mainly because I think Travis added too many characters in the series and I got bored with all the sub-plots in the book prior), but taking what I do know, I find it hard to believe that none of the Jedi were able to realise that Palpatine was hiding right under there nose.

What ever happened to "Force visions of the future?" Especially when Palpatine's own master had a vision of the future to come in the Darth Plaguis novel (a very good read too).

I wouldn't even buy it for my three year old. Mind you he loves lightsabers, I'd rather get him one of those. wink

Hmm, perhaps he has a fettish for lipstick and that's why he always wears the helmet. Hehehe... sorry my warped sense of humour strikes again tongue

I also like Cad Bane, but I wouldn't say he's equal to Boba Fett. There are some similiarities, like having their own code of ethics and valuing their reputations.

I get the impression Cad is all about the money and the fame. Where Boba is much more calculating and up for the hard challenges on his own. Cad seems more of a "group" hunter when things get tough.

Yes, I think Boba Fett's character was worse after AOTC. Mainly because a mysterious history had already been created for him via the novels written.

I really didn't like the idea that he was a clone. I liked to think he was one of a kind. Plus I didn't want to know what he looked like under the helmet.

If anything, the idea of seeing him as a kid seemed to weaken the image I had of Boba Fett. I know he had to be a child at some time but that wasn't the kind of past I had thought he'd have.

But what can I say, the prequels really did wreck a lot of novel storylines that came between the two trilogies.


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I'm probably the complete opposite of Boba Fett. I've always loved strong characters because I admire that strength. As for the silent type, well I'm more like Little Miss Chatterbox tongue

I've just signed up and saw the note about potential free play. I just need to go through the download to play...