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[Timeskip] Alzarti Dakkar 1 year 2 months ago #15601

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CHAPTER I


On the Back Foot

"It was all routine... Now they're all gone..."


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Chapter I - Part I - The First Flight

--- 3 Months after the Zakuul Invasion ---
--- CEC Headquarters, Corellia ---

"Just sign here, Lieutenant," sighed the receptionist, her voice emphasising her frustration at this matter. Dakkar glared at her, picking up the datapad and scribbling in his name into the designated box, before dropping the device back down on the desk with a thud. The lady gestured to two nearby security guards, pistols holstered by their sides. "Escort this officer to east hangar bay 187."

Crowds had started to form outside the shipyards as the stories of the Zakuulan fleet started to circulate from surviving soldiers. People had seen the devastation from the war with the Empire, and some didn't want to be on Corellia when the next war arrived. Aside from a few trouble makers, the situation hadn't gotten out of hand and CEC were trying to meet the sudden demand for starships, as after all the company was making a fair amount of profit from, what some called it, the 'panic'.

Dakkar had been reluctant to leave any trail that he was here using the rank of Lieutenant which he no longer possessed. However, the receptionist had been clear that she would only release the ship to the man who had placed the order some two years earlier. The guards led him down the spotless corridor to a set of blast doors, with ‘187 – DAWN CORSAIR’ displayed on a screen above. At the swipe of a card and the press of a button, the doors creaked open to reveal the ship hidden within whilst spotlights activated to illuminate the room.

Alzarti had contacted CEC after the destruction of the Asteros on Tatooine, requesting the construction of a military-grade version of the XS Freighter to be used within Naval Intelligence. The exterior hull remains largely the same, plain grey decorated by yellow stripes, whilst most of the work had been done to the inside. Secure long range communications, improved scanners and high capacity computer cores are the main features of the technological play pen, intended to be an intelligence office on the move.

“I assume she is fuelled and ready for departure?” the bearded man said as he turned to face his escort. The guard nods, removing her communicator from her belt and bringing it to her mouth. “Jaxonne to control, disengage ship lock and open the hangar bay doors for E-187.” Motors whir into action and the bleak, grey Corellian sky fills the room, bringing with it gusts of wind that rattle the loose wires and pipes of the building. Along the edges of the gaping hole in the ceiling a set of small orange lights flash repeatedly and a loud ‘clunk’ can be heard as the clamps retract from the landing gear.

Dakkar walks through the ship, placing his jacket down on the currently redundant co-pilot seat, glancing over the ship’s controls. “No time for a launching ceremony today, we’ll just have to go without luck.” The engines flare into life and the ship creeps out of the hangar, whereby a message pings over local communications: “Good luck, Lieutenant. We know she’ll serve you well. CEC Control Tower, out.”

Out into the grey sky the Corsair soars, off to fight a damned war…

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[Timeskip] Alzarti Dakkar 1 year 2 months ago #15615

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Chapter I - Part II - Aiding the Villages

--- 8 Months after the Zakuul Invasion ---
--- Orbit above Bonadan ---

"I don't understand why we're even still fighting 'em. Don't we have other things to focus on?"

"The Chancellor doesn't want the Republic to give in, even if it does mean that we are fighting both Empires at the same time. You heard the speeches, Saresh won't budge."

The Zabrak turns her head slightly, exposing her beige, tattooed face and white horns to the light in the cockpit. "Well, why can't the people vote against it? I thought that's what democratic societies could do."

Dakkar chuckles slightly, resting back in the leather padded pilot seat. He brings a cup to his mouth, taking a sip of brandy which the pair had procured from Carida. "Zorne, you're one of the wisest people I know, yet you're oddly naive about politics." His tone changes, becoming more serious. "We haven't had that sort of democracy in decades."

In the distance, closer to the planet's surface, a bright light flashes as one of the terminus-class cruisers jumps into hyperspace. The pair immediately jump into action, flicking switches and pressing buttons to activate the engines and remove the craft from its silent running. The Corsair had been positioned in the darkness for a number of hours to wait for an opening in the defences and exploit it. The freighter enters and glides through the atmosphere of the planet, searching out the smaller communities away from the larger spaceports.

"Y'know, this isn't exactly the sort of war I expected when you offered me the job," Zorne stated as she monitors the scanner feeds. Alzarti swivels in his chair slightly, "Too bad, this is what it's like to travel with me. Besides, when that bastard fleet hits this part of the galaxy the civilians will be the first to starve. They need all the help they can get." The two glance at each other for a moment. "You better not blame me when this noble crusade gets us killed," she joked.

The Corsair touches down on solid ground just outside one of the rural communities, engulfed in a thick fog. Even this far out from the cities, the evidence of the armour manufacturing which made Bonadan popular three centuries earlier was still clear. The loading ramp descends and a male figure in a knee-length coat emerged, closely followed by a female in well-fitting fatigues under rusted armour plate. Behind them was a collection of small droids carrying crates filled to the brim with survival supplies for the villagers.

The group moves through the narrow streets of the village, which could have been easily mistaken to be abandoned. Empty boxes and containers are lazily scattered across the walkway, and every market stall that can be found looks as if it is just collecting dust. By the corner of a single storey building a shadow of a man becomes visible. The silhouette reveals human features as they move towards it, eventually turning into the elderly face of their surface contact.

"You took your time, but we are grateful for the assistance in this matter. The community owes you a favour, should you return." Dakkar gestures to the droids to bring the crates to the door of the nearby storage building, and the little helpers obediently do as they are commanded. "Try to ration these as best you can. I know it'll be tough to do so, and even worse trying to get others to follow, but we won't be able to--"

At that instant, a thunder erupts as a glowing red bolt smashes into one of the droids, sending scrap metal flying in all directions. A shout is heard, and a dozen armoured men charge from beyond the mist. The trio dive for cover and draw their weapons, bolts of blue striking two of the assailants. Zorne turns to the villager, "It's too dark for them to have seen your face. Find somewhere safe and bar the doors until they leave." She grabs Dakkar by the collar, and the pair break into a sprint towards the ship.

Zorne stops at the base of the cargo ramp whilst Dakkar runs up through the ship. "Get her going! I'll hold off the Imps!" she shouted, pistol raised and ready to fire. Out of the darkness the soldiers emerge, desperately trying to stop the ship from taking off. From the cover of one of the ramp hydraulics, the Zabrak lets loose a number of shot in return, downing at least three hostiles from what she could see. One of them took a bolt to the thigh, crashing to the ground and screaming at the top of his lungs. The sound echoed through the fog and would etch itself into the minds of all those present, no matter how combat hardened they all were.

As the ramp closed the ship began to lift off the ground, leaving swirling currents of moisture in its place. The main rear engines fired up and shot the craft into the sky. "We need to get out of here as quick as we can before any remaining cruisers get a chance to jump us. We aren't built to survive that kind of fight," Dakkar exclaimed. "Agreed. Plotting a course to the nearest system... Damn, it's Imperial but it'll have to do."

As they leave the upper atmosphere of the planet they notice the outlines of a pair of terminus-class destroyers looming further out. However, they weren't going to get the satisfaction of a fight this time as the Corsair activated its hyperspace drive, launching itself towards the next system...

ACM/Spc. Calso Raeth
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[Timeskip] Alzarti Dakkar 1 year 2 months ago #15636

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Chapter I - Part III - Durasteel Hell

--- 10 Months after the Zakuul Invasion ---
--- Lower Levels, Coruscant ---

"How long do ya think we'll be hold up here? I mean, we have the supplies but I don't exactly want to be stuck in the same stench for too long." Zorne sat down on the box next to Alzarti, handing him half a tin of beans. "Bloody senate, still refusing to play ball with 'em even now they have the planet blockaded."

Dakkar sighed, looking over the rest of the port, ships stationed on every landing pad in view. It isn't even midday and the area is near void of people, the pair assuming that they are either at home with their families or out buying as much food as they can before it becomes scarce. "We'll be gone as soon as we can. We all know now that we've lost, so as soon as the military surrenders we will actually be able to start a normal life."

It had only been a day or so since the blockade began, but nobody in the lower levels felt any sense of hope for this situation. Those on the surface may have maintained their fighting spirits, but even they remembered the fall of Coruscant to the Sith. Once your capital falls to the enemy, you've lost the war.

He looked down, brushing his hand over the small republic insignia on his silver steel breastplate. It was time to look to new opportunities. Dakkar stood, looking out across the gaping chasm the port was located on. He turned to his companion, "Do you fancy going for a walk? I think we might be able to find some work in one of cantinas or casinos a few levels down."

--- The Dinky Dewback Cantina ---

"No further, stranger. Who are you and what do you want?" The guard, a large trandoshan fellow, placed his hand on the hilt of the knife sheathed in his belt. Naturally, Dakkar and Zorne were tense at the apparent threat, though they moved their own hands away from their holsters in a show of good faith.

"I thought this was a public institution? What's with all the security?" Dakkar asked, avoiding the bouncers question entirely. The bouncer glared slightly, though clearly not a bright person by revealing so much in his reply: "Gang violence around these parts got out of hand due to the blockade. We don't want any more of our patrons gunned down whilst they drink."

"Well it is your lucky day," the zabrak lady stated, "We were looking for jobs as security for your boss. We think he might appreciate a couple of workers of our... expertise." She smirked at him, but before her muscles had relaxed her pistol was snatched out from her holster, along with Dakkar's. Behind them was another man, wearing the same uniform as the man in front, clutching the weapons in his burly hands. The doors to the cantina opened, and the pair were led through the scenes of drunken debauchery you could expect for this type of establishment. In stark contrast to the brutish guards, a small rodian man walked up and greeted them. He spoke Basic, but it was clear that he had not been doing so for long...

"So, my man say you want to work for me? Why should I, mighty Krazkyr, give you scum even single credit to guard my business?"

Zorne frowned, "Perhaps you need someone to remove your head from your rear?" One of the bouncers grabs her shoulder, to which she sends her elbow straight into his nose with a 'crunch.' Bleeding, the man glares to the others present, seeing that they're just standing there as if nothing had happened. The rodian raises his hand and the guards go back to their normal duties. "Let us talk in my office..."

--- Lower Levels, 3 weeks later ---

Dakkar handed a set of credits to the man at the counter, to which he received a bucket containing all the parts he had requested. The blockade was still in full effect, but the prices of scrap parts had not risen by much in this sector. However, the food levels across the capital had dropped substantially. The stores on the Corsair were keeping Dakkar and Zorne going for a while, but even they were going to have to run out some time. Those below the surface were starting to suffer the effects. Starvation had kicked in. Crime had sky rocketed. The violence was just about to begin.

Half a dozen men ran down the street, lugging large riot shields with them. The CSF uniform had become a common sight in these areas since the food started to run out. Dakkar had become familiar with the officers that patrolled past his own guard points. Hell, it'd seem that they were even friends. But these weren't simply men on patrol...

In hindsight it would seem to be a tactical error to follow the riot squad, but he was curious to see where they were headed. Alzarti didn't normally head to this level, acting only on the tip that someone was selling some of the parts he needed, so was unfamiliar with the layout of the streets. The buildings in this area were in disrepair, and were either bordered up or had become the temporary homes of people on the move. Further down the streets opened up onto exposed walkways, and at the far end a large mass of people could be seen. Their voices carried over the gaps between streets, and they didn't sound like they wanted to talk. Dakkar remembered the riot training that the Marines had run, but he'd never seen it put in practice. Given the circumstances, he didn't really want to.

'CLINK.' The sound held in the air for a second, originating from behind him. His instincts didn't let him down, in a single move pivoting and drawing his pistol from beneath his jacket. Held at head height, he saw two men, who couldn't have been much older than boys, stood about 5 meters beyond the sights of his weapon, one of them holding some sort of crowbar. They had seen Dakkar walking through the streets, alone and in a fancy uniform, and thought they could knock him unconscious and take whatever he was carrying. It was a surprise that those two were still alive after pulling that sort of trick, but luckily for them they picked a man who wasn't planning on gunning down adolescents when he got out of bed that morning.

As anybody would, they bolted when they saw the weapon, once again leaving Dakkar alone in the streets. He holstered his pistol, picked up his box of parts and walked back home...

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[Timeskip] Alzarti Dakkar 1 year 2 months ago #15644

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Chapter I - Part IV - A Tribute to the Dead

--- 11 Months after the Zakuul Invasion ---
--- Dawn Corsair, Docked on Coruscant ---

"Why do you always have to look so damn grim? Take a drink and cheer up before your attitude spreads," Zorne said, pouring out a small cup of ale. The XS freighter was designed to be crewed by any number of people, but it just seemed empty with only two. Empty beds and dusty chairs weren't the best motivators for a stranded crew. Dakkar took the cup, nodding slightly. "Well, if we're gonna be sat here all gloomy like then we may as well get the hard talks out of the way." She paused for a moment, running to sentence through her head to make sure it doesn't sound too rude. "Why did you run away from them?"

He glanced up, expression unchanged. "I'd rath-... It's a long story."

"Don't give me that. I'm your friend, I want to know."

More moments passed in the silence of the ship...

"Hmph... When we met back on Alderaan, why did you decide to leave that life behind? You had a home, a job and people who cared for you." Zorne opened her mouth to speak before he raised his hand to stop her. "You didn't want to be a bystander for what was to come. You couldn't just watch as people died around you."

He placed his cup down on the table next to him and began to brush his beard with his hand. "The Gav was the place I called home... Now it drifts around in ruin. The bridge, offices, mess hall, brig, engineering, places I could walk through in my memory... It’s all gone."

"When the fleet arrived, someone made a call. We jumped the hell out of there, but at the cost of survivors still floating around in their escape pods. That crew was my family, and now most of them are dead." "Al--" "I couldn't stand to look over the list of names again. Some of them I didn't even recognise, but some... It's like losing a brother... Or a sister..."

"And they were happy with you taking off?"

"Of course they weren't. They aren't idiots, they know I just threw in the towel. The SIS would come after me if they didn't have more pressing things on their minds."

The room was once again consumed by silence... After a discussion like that, neither had the words to brighten the mood...

"I... I know it won't bring them back, but I know that Krazkyr has a stash of candles in case of an emergency. We could make a small memorial for them, if you want?"

"That means a lot to me... Thank you"
--- Later that day ---

They'd chosen a spot on the edge of one of the walkways next to the access shafts for larger ships. Looking up they could see right the way to the surface of the surface, and looking down the hundreds upon hundreds of levels were progressively shadowed by those above. Over two dozen other people had joined Zorne and Dakkar there that evening to remember their own fallen.

Candles of all shapes and sizes had been placed, arranged with the tallest at the back to form a slope of wax and wick. Small bouquets of flowers were set on the floor at the front and a collection of names had been etched into the steel of the walkway so that they would never be forgotten. Above all of this, placed on a box at the back to overlook the entire arrangement, was a white helmet of the MEU which Dakkar had kept since its issue back on Cerea.

A small girl, who had lost her father during the war, was the one to light the candles as Dakkar spoke to the crowd gathered.

"With these lights we remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice in the line of duty. Family, friends, comrades. They gave all they had left to protect those of us that remain."

"Their names may not live through the ages and they may win no medals, but we will not forget. We will not let our children forget."


Dakkar turns to face the small shrine, as if addressing the fallen directly.

"On behalf of every living thing in this galaxy, we say 'Thank You.'"

Dakkar stands to attention, salutes the helmet positioned above the flickering flames and reads the words scratched into the forehead. Those words may not have belonged to him, but over his dead body would they be forgotten...

Feet first into hell...

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Chapter I - Part V – Stubborn, Irritating and Secretive

--- The Day of the Ceasefire ---
--- Cockpit, Dawn Corsair ---

* BZZT * BZZT * BZZT *

The alarms pierced through the durasteel interior hull, echoing through every nook and cranny. Small circular panels dotted around the ship suddenly opened to reveal red flashing lights behind, filling the corridors with an ominous red glow.

”Damn! What now?!” exclaimed Dakkar as he darts to his control station seat to try to see what was happening. Dozens of lines of text stream past on the terminal in front of him as buttons are mashed in a frantic attempt to stop the blasted sound. Out of the corner of his eye he sees his Zabrak companion rush into the cockpit, pistol in hand.

”Are we under attack?”

”I don’t know! Get on the controls, we’re getting out of-“

As he is about to finish his command the sound ceases and the emergency lights turn off. The ordeal had lasted barely thirty seconds, but the ringing won’t leave their ears for a while. Dakkar turns around to face the terminal... Blank. Every single one is blank, save for a flashing cursor in the bottom corner.

”What? That’s not possible…”

”What the hell is going on?”

A short beep came over the ship’s intercom system, silencing the two of them, and then a voice fills the silence.

”Hey! Sorry to take control of your ship like that, but we don’t want you fleeing again. However, it is good to finally speak to you again, Dakkar.”

Zorne glares at the bearded man, looking for an explanation as to this rude awakening. Alzarti pauses for moment, trying to identify the man speaking to them. His jaw drops and a frown invades his brow.

”Argh! Bloody SIS! Why are you wasting your time tracking me when you have a war to fight?!” He slumps back into his chair, assuming the controller has forced the intercom system on to allow two-way communication.

”It’s fortunate for me then that the Senate forced the surrender through. Well, not exactly fortunate… Well, perhaps. I don’t know to be honest. Anyway, I’m rambling.” The controller, as he is known to the group of agents he monitors, is quite eccentric and tends to make people around him uncomfortable with his off-topic nature. ”Either way, You have been a very naughty boy. Running off like that, you had us worried sick.”

”I can---“ ”Quiet! As recompense, we have decided to volunteer you for some particularly nasty operations. I’m not giving you a choice in the matter, what with your idiotic decision to fit your hull with a ‘last resort’ option. I mean, who does that?”

”Stop hiding behind your speaker system, coward!”

”Uh, no. It’s Zan, right? No, wait, Zorne? Anyway, you don’t have to go with him if you don’t want to. You can walk away if you want.” There is a brief pause, as if he finally stops to draw breath. ”And I guess you could go tell on me to the top brass of the service. I don’t suppose they take to this form of extortion of its own agents too well. But! There is always a ‘but,’ isn't there? However, most of them will be removed when the surrender sanctions are imposed, so… Yeah, good luck with that.”

Zorne lets out an audible frustrated sigh, holsters her pistol and storms off down the corridor. Dakkar brings his hand over his face, trying to give his tired eyes a brief moment to relax. He is about to ask where he is being sent, but he knows how the controller structures these discussions and is fairly confident that he is only a few seconds away from being given detail.

”Ever fancied a sunny vacation to Cato Neimoidia? I don’t suppose you have, but I think you’ll find your awaiting company more than satisfactory…”

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CHAPTER II


Cloak and Dagger

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Chapter II - Part I - Insertion

--- 2 Years after the Zakuul Invasion ---

Alderaan had always been a rare jewel in the mess of the Republic. It was the place where the technological developments of the galaxy intertwined with the beauty of undisturbed nature. Small pockets of civilisation, agricultural towns hidden away from the cities, had mostly avoided the civil war and were havens for those trying to forget the carnage.

Dakkar manouvers his was amongst the many hundreds trying to do their local shopping this Primeday. He travelled light, matching the attire of those around him, and wore an eyeguard over his right eye. His exposed eye glances left and right, keeping his surroundings under the best surveillance he can. For nearly half a decade he has had to check every shadow and be wary of every contact, such was life in Intelligence, and old habits do die hard.

He approaches one of the market stalls and browses the fine selection of fruits the farmer has to offer. He picks up an apple from a bowl and admires its ripe colour in the light of the Alderaanian star. The man behind the stall, at least sixty years old and forced to use a cane to move, smiles at the him. ”Good afternoon. Would you like a bag of six or just the one?”

”One will do me fine. There’s nothing like an apple to fill an empty stomach.” He says, returning the smile whilst he hands over the credit chip. The elderly gentleman nods graciously as he takes the money, then opens his mouth to speak. ”I find the view from the bench under the tree a great companion to a lunchtime snack.” Dakkar nods before casually walking away from the stall and back into the crowd of the street.

A single, unoccupied bench is situated beneath a large tree on the side of the walkway. He sits down on the left side and takes a bite from the apple. With his free hand he reaches down to scratch an itch on his ankle, reaching under the bench as he lifts his arm back up. His fingertips feel the rectangular shape stuck to the underside. He grabs the object and keeps it concealed beneath his closed fist. He moves his hand to his waist, inserting the device into a slot in one of his utility belt pockets.

A pause follows as the device reads the datastick inserted and sets up audio playback through a discreet wireless earpiece. Dakkar remains vigilant, eating his apple as if nothing was happening. A high pitched tone plays three times in his ear, followed by a female voice.

”Nova. Apologies for the lengths you had to go to receive this message. Our section is aware that enemy intelligence is tracking us so dead drops are our only means of communication at this time. Operational details are as follows.”

There is another pause, probably where the lady making the message finds the correct notes to read. “We have gathered information about an underground supply route connecting both Republic and Imperial planets with numerous Outer Rim territories. A few days ago we intercepted a package in Aldera containing confidential information belonging to the Republic military. This intel was bound for Dromund Kaas along these routes, which we are calling the Zerek lines.”

“All we have to go on at the moment is the identity of one of the couriers that escaped us. Human male, middle-aged, six foot and bald. Goes by the name of ‘Razka’ based on previous links with him to a smuggling ring on Coruscant. We believe he is running the Zerek safehouse on Alderaan, and we need you to find it. Previous records and testimonies suggest Razka conducts most of his meetings in bars. Good luck.”


Alzarti presses a button on the side of the belt pouch, releasing the now wiped datastick. As he stands up he places the stick in the nearby waste unit with what remains of his lunch. He strides down the road back to the shuttle bays he arrived from to take him back to the capital.

--- A few hours later ---

Dakkar, now dressed less like a farmer and more like a mercenary, strolls down the narrow streets of the capital towards the another cantina. A single city having multiple watering holes is good for the paying customer looking for a drink, but not so good when trying to find someone. This is his third attempt of the evening in search of his target, the smell of alcohol now firmly embedded in his clothes.

He faces a flight of steps, at the top of which is one of the less well known establishments of the area. The only reason he knew it existed was that he overheard a group of drunks complaining to the bartender about price of drinks there. Even the building itself gave off an air of illegality with its neon signs and unkempt surroundings resembling the dodgy locale of Nar Shaddaa. Despite this, his search must continue. Dakkar pats his side, checking he had his sidearm should things get ugly, and proceeds up the stairs towards the entrance…

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