This is a long Chapter, I hope you enjoy!
Also... I am getting so negative comnts here and there. Please know that this fan fiction is trying to get better at writing, characterisation and Pros; etc... So that I can complete my book and have it do well. That aside, I hope you continue to like it and if so, I will continue to write it.
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Peter and Snow deactivated their lightsabers as the last of the Corellian thugs fell. Great orange gashes ran horizontal through clothing and body alike as the crisp pops of burning flesh crackled behind them. Several pillars glowed with hot magma created by their combat as the clacking on the keyboard slowed before them.
Screens filled with varying different programs glitched slightly as the chair that held the engineer slowly turned around, the bespectacled man's eyes widening as the united Sith and Jedi powerhouses glared down at him with the force still slightly fluttering around them. The pitter and patter of liquid spilling onto the ground made Snow wince a little whilst Peter simply too a step forwards.
"Ah-ahhh!" The squirming little man with a mop of black hair that was styled in just the right way to cover several bald spots tried to leap away only to find himself face-first in the cable filled ground. Scraping noises ensued as he tried to crawl away.
Dragging his right hand forwards Peter simply force lifted the short man. Said man began shaking in fear whilst Snow walked up to the computer and frowned. "Peter-san, the computer is doing sothing..." Narrowing his eyes whilst maintaining contact with the little man he started to exert so pressure with the force. The man's shirt stretched out completely as the threads started to slowly rip apart.
"I-I-i, I was only doing a mission!" Stepping back slightly Peter readjusted his perspective of the man and quickly lowered him to the ground.
"Sorry about that then... We are currently doing a raid of the Corellians. Maybe you need to find new missions?" The small man burrowed into himself a touch as he looked down at the ground, which was currently covered in his own fearful excretions. Snow looked on in mild surprise but quickly whistled to get their attention.
Both n looked over in surprise as the Sith pointed at the computer. "So? Can you stop whatever is happening here please...?" The little man groaned a little, holding his pants uncomfortably as he shifted over to the chair again and pressed a single button, the programs all stabilizing as whatever had begun slowly reversed itself.
"There, the self-destruct for the server is shut down. Could I get so credits from you guys just to get out of here. I took the mission out of desperation..." He shrugged his shoulders as so of the man's calm seed to return to him, his hands still holding the edges of his pants in an attempt to keep the wet parts of his garnts from touching his skin. It was a vain effort since he was already soaked.
Snow ignored him and simply took out her own data pad and hooked it into a socket on the left hand side of the vaguely modern looking computer system. Her eyebrows jumped in shock as she slowly slid her finger down her data-pad's screen, all the while Peter handed the man so spare credits found on the bodies of the guards.
Awkwardly scrunching his face Peter tried to smile whilst the sll of piss proliferated through the room, sotis he thought the ga was too realistic... "I know it is not a lot, but it will help. Also, just let my friends know that Pete let you go, they shouldn't do anything to you." The man nodded before skittering away, sweat trailing down his face as he discarded his Corellian outfit. He was smart to do that, Peter thought.
"Peter-san... Eviscerator isn't a boss." He cocked his head to the side as he rounded back towards her, his eyebrows furrowing as he began rubbing his hands together in nervousness. Why did his 'peter-tingle' have to work here as well?
"What, is it then?"
She flashed a false smile lined with a modicum of expectation and anxiousness. He dropped his expression as she flipped her screen around, the image of a large space Dreadnought rotating slowly with a full list of statistics on its capabilities filling his vision. 'Why do our missions always have to be annoying...' His thoughts were less actual question and more akin to rhetorical queries with whatever ran the force, though he gained little answer from that either.
"Great... Now we have to tell Mark that we have to attack a Dreadnought..."
Snow giggled nervously as she dropped a hand on his right shoulder.
"At least Spiff will be happy!" He groaned as the woman moved past him and strut back the way they ca, the bodies of the Corellians slowly settling into the murky, dirty and dusty cable-filled floor. This was going to be a long day, he just knew it.
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Later in the day, Pax Aranea- Low Orbit- Fleet Yorkshire...
"What you are saying, is that there is a target that is so deadly that it could take out our whole fleet...?"
"Yes."
The moustached man that was dressed in 17th century Earth naval captain uniform sipped on so Yorkshire tea as his second in command, a well dressed man with a similar moustache and uniform, stood behind him looking impressive.
"And we want to take this out, yes?"
Mark opposite him nodded enthusiastically as Peter spoke to the leader of the Hyperlane Hustler's fleet. Wiping his beard slightly he couldn't help but feel a sense of wanderlust and also the twinkle at the back of his mind that this was a perfect opportunity to take himself a capital ship.
The grin on Spiffing Brit's face made the other mbers who were currently sitting behind Peter and Mark chuckle or scoff, who was doing which sowhat confused as the low lighting made visuals hard to discern completely.
"Give those specs." Peter obliged and handed over the data pad, Snow behind him, sitting on a comfortable Nabooan lounge chair, looked at the younger man and exhaled slightly. Spiff ignored this display as his attention was imdiately absorbed by the list of information before him.
He paced as he read, the other mbers following him with their eyes. Emma started to get a little frustrated with the lack of action until he looked up over the edge of the grey interface, a lustre to his eyes that belied the true excitent he held in the face of this challenge.
"Well-" He tapped the streaming icon on his character sheet before smiling widely, opening his arms out, "Hello there, ladies and gentlen! I am the Spiffing Brit, and today we will be taking out a Dreadnought of Corellian origins!"
All of the Hustlers had their spirits raised as Peter smirked, Snow smiled warmly, Emma scoffed and stood, Mark rolled his eyes and started his own stream and Ned simply clapped, standing up and stretching as he did so.
"Let's get this party started! Sup chat." Ned started his stream as everyone else also started theirs. It was ti to play the ga. To fight for loot. Gain more power. And have so much fun in the anti that the horrors of reality faded into the malaise of their subconscious.
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Syvris Solar System...
The moon of Syvris was a common haunt for smugglers and criminals of all types. Everything from spice smuggling, drug smuggling and human trafficking to organ harvesting and slavery was conducted upon this moon.
This place had originally been chosen due to the borders it shared between the Sith Empire and the Hutt Space. Now it was a haunt that was avoided by every single fleet that wished to not suffer exorbitant casualties. It was rumoured that the Corellians had, with their criminal contacts and so significant bribes, gotten hands upon a dreadnought.
Dreadnoughts had an eerie reputation for being as powerful as a natural disaster. Entire worlds could be snuffed with the concentrated fire power of a single one of these within a week, given enough firepower. Of course, these rumours were thought to be just that, rumours... Until a live demonstration had been made where an entire pirate convoy had been blasted into the frigid embrace of space itself, their cargo pilfered and the Corellians laughing as children, mothers and father were vanquished at their hand.
Since then, Syvris had been under new managent. The managent of a highly influential mber of the Senate.
Grand Republic, Coruscant General Ti- 11:50:10
From the astrotric readings that had been received from the sensors Spiff found that the system itself contained a single binary star, a few desolate worlds and a single tidally locked moon that, from all reports, had zero current output of anything remotely dangerous.
Fortunately, he wasn't flying blind on this mission. The data pad within his hand whirred up and down as the pass codes to several different hideouts and docks. One specific entry made his moustached face light up in glee as he slurped at his Twi'lek tea. He could swear the tea was modelled after Yorkshire tea sotis.
"Pirate, it's ti to keep to your end of the bargain." Spiff intoned as he looked to the side of the inner holds of the massive cargo ship they had commandeered.
"Lovely patrons ye all being... Steal cargo ship then bribe to send them wee codes there to convince own brother captain that all be fine."
Spiff frowned as Ned stood up, blaster in hand and stared the pirate captain down. The Corellian man frowned and matched his gaze with equal disdain.
"And I'm sure that you'll be very displeased about getting a full pardon and an admiral's pension once all of this is over."
The grizzly Corellian Pirate narrowed his eyes before laughing uproariously with a huge toothy grin. This pirate was utterly devoid of cares it seems and had instantly been willing to give his 'brother-captain' away for the promise of peace and so money.
"Ahahaha! You're quite the sport young'un!"
Ned grimaced before stepping back, Spiff was watching him carefully before sighing and drinking down the rest of his tea. Waste not what not was always his motto when it ca to tea, that and not dumping it in a river like a dirty Arican.
"What you need Spiff?" Ned stood next to Spiff as they watched over a thousand rcenaries, two hundred Republic Spec Ops and another thousand normal troops getting ready for the plan they had organised. "I was just going to ask if the troops were prepared yet... Also, those droids..."
"We'll send the modified mark 1 battle droids ahead first. Don't worry too much, let the Commandos deal with the tactics and you focus on getting us there safely and joining us when we start the boarding." The Asian teen walked away, putting his armoured gloves on as he called down a commando.
Ned smiled and winked at the cara that currently recorded his actions. It was common between trips on raids such as this, for strears, to sit down and guide newbs and also alleviate the boredom of travel for the more experienced watchers. The commando seed to attract a lot of attention as Spiff watched his stream a little.
"Of course! We got so of the best troops that credits can get and I even managed to get a spec ops team from the Republic. They want us to arrest every single smuggler and criminal we can on the moon."
The teen spoke to his chat about the raid, skipping any details that would give away what moon he was speaking about and the fact that they were targeting Corellians. Still, it irked the admiral that people were so willingly talking about the entire affair when it hadn't even begun fully yet.
Spiff frowned as he slurped a newly acquired tea, putting the small dainty cup back on an ornate platter that he himself carried. The pirate was currently speaking over a holo-terminal to a fat Corellian who seed happy to et him and sowhat excited about the promised booze. The captured pirate captain was very willing to snitch on his syndicate and work with the authorities given the items he was offered.
His attention was suddenly dragged away however by Ned, who suddenly chuffed a little over the stream, licking his lips and answering a question his chat had asked.
"The reason is politics. Many of the outskirts of the Republic have been raided by criminals based from here... The outer rim of the Republic has been putting pressure on the current chancellor to alleviate this problem, which of course leads us to where we are now."
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