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<blockquote data-quote="Beretta" data-source="post: 5043159" data-attributes="member: 12260"><p><strong>Salvation on Silver-Tipped Wings</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>In the late afternoon, they emerge from the forest onto the northern outskirts of a small town which, according to an old sign, is called Southview. </p><p></p><p>Southview is located on the top of a small cliff which drops off sharply towards the south end of town. The main and only significant street is a dusty, L-shaped open area that turns to the east. The buildings are worn with age, and some of them are further scarred by blaster marks. Most of their decorations – such as shutters, fences, gutters, and guard rails – have recently fallen off. Some buildings appear to be occupied, including a very large two-story hall on the southern edge of the town, and three smaller homes across the east-west portion of the street.</p><p></p><p>The companions see one or two humans within the village confines. They move swiftly from one building to another, and disappear. Just beyond the town, in the fading twilight, is another testimony of this planet’s recent history: a large and very fresh crater indents the surface of the earth. The rim of the crater is speckled with the debris of at least three separate structures.</p><p></p><p>“That looks like a turbolaser blast to me,” muses Fenri as they slowly drive down the street, before coming to a stop before the building. </p><p></p><p>It is largest structure in town. The entire eastern side of the it is charred black, no doubt from the orbital turbolaser volley that exploded nearby. </p><p></p><p>Leaving the landspeeder, they knock on the front door but to no reply.</p><p></p><p>“Hey,” calls Khail, catching up to a bedraggled citizen. He has the look of a farmer, albeit one that has recently fallen on hard times. “We’re looking for a place to get supplies.”</p><p></p><p>The villager mumbles something incomprehensible and shuffles on his way towards a building with a sign saying “The KO Bar”.</p><p></p><p>“Ok then...” the smuggler mutters, before turning to the rest of the group. “Thalo and I will go check the place out, if you two don’t mind looking after the landspeeder?”</p><p></p><p>Fenri and Cyan shrug indifferently as the smuggler and Jedi headed into the bar.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>The KO Bar is the type of cantina typical of a rimward colony world. Most of the distillery equipment is ancient. Some tables are scattered about, with a primitive open flame burning in a vial on the top of each. The bar is roughly half full with various farmhands bent over their drinks. The room smells heavily of smoke and spilled beer, with slurred conversation providing the only background noise.</p><p></p><p>The conversation ceases and all heads turn to stare at the newcomers as they enter the cantina. They make their way over to the counter, and the barkeep looks up sullenly. “What’ll be?” </p><p></p><p> “We’re looking for some rooms and a meal,” says Khail.</p><p></p><p>The barkeep snorts in amusement. “Waddaya think this is, a hotel? We’ve got beer, beer, and more beer.”</p><p></p><p>Any reply Khail was preparing to make is interrupted by the sounds of chair-legs scraping against the floor behind them. They both turn to see a half-dozen drunken farmhands stand up from their table, each with fists clenched and a belligerent look in their eyes. </p><p></p><p>Khail reaches down to his comlink surreptitiously and thumbs the transceiver three times. Outside, Fenri looks at his own comlink and the coded signal, then to Cyan. “Looks like they’ve got trouble,” he growls, grabbing his blaster rifle from the landspeeder. “Let’s go.”</p><p></p><p>Within the cantina, the farmhands are unsteadily weaving their way through the tables and chairs in the direction of the bar. One of them points an accusing finger at the pair of newcomers standing there. “Well, well,” he drawls. “First them Imperials, now youse guys. I figgers that youse are all connected. S’time somebody tol’ you not to stick your noses where they’s not wanted.” His five friends nod and smile nastily.</p><p></p><p>Thalo draws on the Force and makes a slight gesture with his hand, saying, “You don’t want to fight us.”</p><p></p><p>The drunk stops dead in his tracks. “Aww, I musta mistook you fella’s for someone else,” he slurs. “I dun wanna fight - I love youse guys!”</p><p></p><p>His friends turn to stare at him incredulously. “Mate, what the hell is wrong with you?” snarls one. He looks back at Khail and Thalo. “Come on lads, let’s smash these clowns!” </p><p></p><p>He and the remaining four farmhands charge forward, only to be brought up short as a blazing green blade hisses into life before them.</p><p></p><p>“I meant it when I said that you don’t want to fight us,” the Jedi warns. “Take your friend and go cause trouble somewhere else.”</p><p></p><p>The new lead farmhand sneers. “I guess you feel pretty tough hiding behind that laser sword of yours, Jedi. Well, you and the rest of your kind can go and stick it where the sun don’t shine. Neither you or those damn Imperials are welcome here.” He turns to his friends. “Come on boys, these clowns’ll get what’s coming to them, sooner or later.” With that, they grab their now-bewildered friend and march out of the bar, shouldering past Cyan and Fenri who are just making their way in.</p><p></p><p>A woman from the corner of the room begins to applaud softly. She is dressed in a jumpsuit often worn by scouts performing land-based reconnaissance. Her long hair is tied back in a pony tail, which highlights her sharp, angular features. </p><p></p><p>“I thought I could pick out good work when I saw it,” she smiles, getting up from her chair and approaching the group. “Don’t worry about those bums. They haven’t taken the Imperial occupation very well. Of course, many of us haven’t either, but we’re behaving a little differently.” She offers a gloved hand to Thalo. “My name’s Dantaree.”</p><p></p><p>“Thalo,” the Jedi smiles back. “These are my friends Cyan, Fenri, and Khail.”</p><p></p><p>“Pleasure to meet you all,” Dantaree replies. “Your arrival here is quite fortuitous – I sure can use the help of people with your obvious skills.”</p><p></p><p>“With what?” Fenri asks bluntly.</p><p></p><p>Danteree casts a meaningful look about the cantina. “I’d rather not discuss it here,” she says in a lower tone of voice. “Look, I couldn’t help but overhear you ask the barman for rooms and food. Why don’t you come back to my place – I would be happy to put you up for the night if you’ll hear me out.”</p><p></p><p>Fenri shrugs. “Sure, lead the way.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Dantaree leads the group out of the KO-Bar and into one of the deserted, two-story buildings. The doors close behind them, and six farmhands emerge from the shadows of the room.</p><p></p><p>“This is the help you bring us, Dantaree?” hisses one of the armed men. He looks the group up and down. “They couldn’t fight their way out of a bedroll.” </p><p></p><p>Dantaree shoots an icy glare back at her inquisitor. “They’ve had a rough couple of days. And right now, Jarin, you need all the help you can get.”</p><p></p><p>Jarin’s associates nod their heads in agreement.</p><p></p><p>Khail scowls at Jarin. “Damn, did that turbolaser blast take out all the friendly people in this town?” The freedom fighter clenches his fists in anger, but Dantaree steps between them.</p><p></p><p> “Whoever has been abducting the farmers has so far managed to do so without leaving any witnesses,” she says. ”That means that they are either invisible, or are very well armed. Either way, we need extra eyes and trigger-fingers. Besides,” she smiles, looking at Thalo, “I like their style.”</p><p></p><p>Khail starts in surprise. “Abductions? I think you’d better tell us exactly what’s going on here.”</p><p></p><p>Dantaree sighs. “A good percentage of the farming settlement’s members have disappeared, and it’s making me and a few friends very concerned.” She moves to a holodisc player and switches it on, displaying a map of the local area. “The majority of the village’s population is organized into roughly 10 farming ‘circles’. Each member farmhouse rests on the outside of the circle, and all land and crops the circle shares are in between the 10 farmsteads. Two full circle’s worth of farmers and their families have disappeared. Our plan is to stake out the outward farming circles, and attempt to witness the disappearances first-hand. We’ll act if we have to, but I would prefer to gather as much intelligence as possible first. </p><p></p><p> “We don’t have many resources, and those that we do,” Dantaree pauses for a moment, “are not easily mobilised. Can you help us?”</p><p></p><p>The group looks at each other, and Cyan nods at the young woman. “Of course.”</p><p></p><p>“Great, thank you!” Dantaree exclaims gratefully before turning to the farmers-turned-resistance-fighters. “Jarin, get the speeders. We’ll meet you out front.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Beretta, post: 5043159, member: 12260"] [B]Salvation on Silver-Tipped Wings[/B] In the late afternoon, they emerge from the forest onto the northern outskirts of a small town which, according to an old sign, is called Southview. Southview is located on the top of a small cliff which drops off sharply towards the south end of town. The main and only significant street is a dusty, L-shaped open area that turns to the east. The buildings are worn with age, and some of them are further scarred by blaster marks. Most of their decorations – such as shutters, fences, gutters, and guard rails – have recently fallen off. Some buildings appear to be occupied, including a very large two-story hall on the southern edge of the town, and three smaller homes across the east-west portion of the street. The companions see one or two humans within the village confines. They move swiftly from one building to another, and disappear. Just beyond the town, in the fading twilight, is another testimony of this planet’s recent history: a large and very fresh crater indents the surface of the earth. The rim of the crater is speckled with the debris of at least three separate structures. “That looks like a turbolaser blast to me,” muses Fenri as they slowly drive down the street, before coming to a stop before the building. It is largest structure in town. The entire eastern side of the it is charred black, no doubt from the orbital turbolaser volley that exploded nearby. Leaving the landspeeder, they knock on the front door but to no reply. “Hey,” calls Khail, catching up to a bedraggled citizen. He has the look of a farmer, albeit one that has recently fallen on hard times. “We’re looking for a place to get supplies.” The villager mumbles something incomprehensible and shuffles on his way towards a building with a sign saying “The KO Bar”. “Ok then...” the smuggler mutters, before turning to the rest of the group. “Thalo and I will go check the place out, if you two don’t mind looking after the landspeeder?” Fenri and Cyan shrug indifferently as the smuggler and Jedi headed into the bar. The KO Bar is the type of cantina typical of a rimward colony world. Most of the distillery equipment is ancient. Some tables are scattered about, with a primitive open flame burning in a vial on the top of each. The bar is roughly half full with various farmhands bent over their drinks. The room smells heavily of smoke and spilled beer, with slurred conversation providing the only background noise. The conversation ceases and all heads turn to stare at the newcomers as they enter the cantina. They make their way over to the counter, and the barkeep looks up sullenly. “What’ll be?” “We’re looking for some rooms and a meal,” says Khail. The barkeep snorts in amusement. “Waddaya think this is, a hotel? We’ve got beer, beer, and more beer.” Any reply Khail was preparing to make is interrupted by the sounds of chair-legs scraping against the floor behind them. They both turn to see a half-dozen drunken farmhands stand up from their table, each with fists clenched and a belligerent look in their eyes. Khail reaches down to his comlink surreptitiously and thumbs the transceiver three times. Outside, Fenri looks at his own comlink and the coded signal, then to Cyan. “Looks like they’ve got trouble,” he growls, grabbing his blaster rifle from the landspeeder. “Let’s go.” Within the cantina, the farmhands are unsteadily weaving their way through the tables and chairs in the direction of the bar. One of them points an accusing finger at the pair of newcomers standing there. “Well, well,” he drawls. “First them Imperials, now youse guys. I figgers that youse are all connected. S’time somebody tol’ you not to stick your noses where they’s not wanted.” His five friends nod and smile nastily. Thalo draws on the Force and makes a slight gesture with his hand, saying, “You don’t want to fight us.” The drunk stops dead in his tracks. “Aww, I musta mistook you fella’s for someone else,” he slurs. “I dun wanna fight - I love youse guys!” His friends turn to stare at him incredulously. “Mate, what the hell is wrong with you?” snarls one. He looks back at Khail and Thalo. “Come on lads, let’s smash these clowns!” He and the remaining four farmhands charge forward, only to be brought up short as a blazing green blade hisses into life before them. “I meant it when I said that you don’t want to fight us,” the Jedi warns. “Take your friend and go cause trouble somewhere else.” The new lead farmhand sneers. “I guess you feel pretty tough hiding behind that laser sword of yours, Jedi. Well, you and the rest of your kind can go and stick it where the sun don’t shine. Neither you or those damn Imperials are welcome here.” He turns to his friends. “Come on boys, these clowns’ll get what’s coming to them, sooner or later.” With that, they grab their now-bewildered friend and march out of the bar, shouldering past Cyan and Fenri who are just making their way in. A woman from the corner of the room begins to applaud softly. She is dressed in a jumpsuit often worn by scouts performing land-based reconnaissance. Her long hair is tied back in a pony tail, which highlights her sharp, angular features. “I thought I could pick out good work when I saw it,” she smiles, getting up from her chair and approaching the group. “Don’t worry about those bums. They haven’t taken the Imperial occupation very well. Of course, many of us haven’t either, but we’re behaving a little differently.” She offers a gloved hand to Thalo. “My name’s Dantaree.” “Thalo,” the Jedi smiles back. “These are my friends Cyan, Fenri, and Khail.” “Pleasure to meet you all,” Dantaree replies. “Your arrival here is quite fortuitous – I sure can use the help of people with your obvious skills.” “With what?” Fenri asks bluntly. Danteree casts a meaningful look about the cantina. “I’d rather not discuss it here,” she says in a lower tone of voice. “Look, I couldn’t help but overhear you ask the barman for rooms and food. Why don’t you come back to my place – I would be happy to put you up for the night if you’ll hear me out.” Fenri shrugs. “Sure, lead the way.” Dantaree leads the group out of the KO-Bar and into one of the deserted, two-story buildings. The doors close behind them, and six farmhands emerge from the shadows of the room. “This is the help you bring us, Dantaree?” hisses one of the armed men. He looks the group up and down. “They couldn’t fight their way out of a bedroll.” Dantaree shoots an icy glare back at her inquisitor. “They’ve had a rough couple of days. And right now, Jarin, you need all the help you can get.” Jarin’s associates nod their heads in agreement. Khail scowls at Jarin. “Damn, did that turbolaser blast take out all the friendly people in this town?” The freedom fighter clenches his fists in anger, but Dantaree steps between them. “Whoever has been abducting the farmers has so far managed to do so without leaving any witnesses,” she says. ”That means that they are either invisible, or are very well armed. Either way, we need extra eyes and trigger-fingers. Besides,” she smiles, looking at Thalo, “I like their style.” Khail starts in surprise. “Abductions? I think you’d better tell us exactly what’s going on here.” Dantaree sighs. “A good percentage of the farming settlement’s members have disappeared, and it’s making me and a few friends very concerned.” She moves to a holodisc player and switches it on, displaying a map of the local area. “The majority of the village’s population is organized into roughly 10 farming ‘circles’. Each member farmhouse rests on the outside of the circle, and all land and crops the circle shares are in between the 10 farmsteads. Two full circle’s worth of farmers and their families have disappeared. Our plan is to stake out the outward farming circles, and attempt to witness the disappearances first-hand. We’ll act if we have to, but I would prefer to gather as much intelligence as possible first. “We don’t have many resources, and those that we do,” Dantaree pauses for a moment, “are not easily mobilised. Can you help us?” The group looks at each other, and Cyan nods at the young woman. “Of course.” “Great, thank you!” Dantaree exclaims gratefully before turning to the farmers-turned-resistance-fighters. “Jarin, get the speeders. We’ll meet you out front.” [/QUOTE]
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