The Corellian Investigation, (Part of the Ongoing Saga of Roan Trilanger)

The Correlian Investigation
(Part of the Ongoing Saga of Roan Trilanger)
By Tptmanno1
Based on a character in Ush's Star Wars RPG game...

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Roan Trilanger strode through the familiar tiled halls of the Correllian Security headquarters. He had been called there before but it had never seemed so urgent before. He was almost literally pulled out of meditation to receive the call, and even then, it seemed that he could not be there soon enough. “But”, he thought to himself as he kept walking, his brown cloak sweeping at the tile behind his footsteps, “nobody ever clamed the life of a Jedi would be peaceful.” And he had to admit, it was good to be back on the beat, it had been far to long since he had done a little police work and actually gotten his hands wet in the justice he was supposed to be upholding. As he came to the office of Commander Lanik he stopped, he looked down and quickly examined the green stitching in his cape, gathered The Force around him, and expelled all his frustrations and anxieties out with one long breath. Then he quickly pulled the hood up over his head and entered through the door.

“Master Roan, how nice to see you again,” Commander Lanik remarked as Roan walked through the door, “I’m glad you could come so quickly.”
“Not a problem Commander, I’m happy do help. What seems to be the problem?” Roan replied calmly.
“Well, I guess it would be best to start at the beginning.”
“As always…”
”Well at first we thought it was simple arms smuggling. You see, we noticed more and more petty thieves with larger, more military grade weaponry. We did our usual poking around and found that they had a supplier. We sent the normal investigative team, but they disappeared. No contact or anything. We tried again but this time we sent a fully armed combat squad, they disappeared too, but not until after we received a quick transmission from them. I could play this for you if you would like.”
“That would be very helpful, please do.” Roan replied pondering all that had been said so far.
With a quick flick of a switch a hologram appeared on Lanik’s desk. It was of a man, in familiar CorSec police garb.
“We managed entry in the warehouse with out much of a problem, it was lightly guarded, and we were able to neutralize all resistance fairly easily, but once we got inside, that’s where our troubles began. We were ambushed, and they had high powered weapons, not the normal blasters too, Fletchettes and Disruptors. We lost some good men in the firefight that ensued. We were forced to retreat inward, into the heart of this command station like thing. It’s not simply a warehouse, and these are not ordinary criminals, they are highly organized, and have a clear sense of purpose. We are going to continue our mission and attempt to locate I-V Squad 141. This is Lieutenant Jan Wallson signing out.”
As the holograph quickly faded away, Roan sighed. Lanik moved on,
“As you can see, we have lost 2 investigative units, we think that it would be best for a single person to attempt to make contact with either of these squads. That’s where you came in. We believe that this job would be best suited for a Jedi.”
“…And the council?” Roan questioned.
“We have their reluctant approval, I believe it was Master Windu who finally convinced the others that this was a matter of such importance that a Jedi could be called in.”
“I’m glad they approved. So what do you have for me?”
“Well, we have heard reports of a possible arms deal going on in the C district. I, personally, think that this would be the best place to start. I have no doubts that they have moved operations since the last I-V squad was sent in.”
“Very well, I will start there and see what I can come up with.”

Seems Lanik was spot on with this one Roan thought from his perch upon one of the many tall stacks of containers that were scattered around the large warehouse where the deal was supposed to occur. Crouched in the shadows cast by the rafters, he watched a group of shadowy figures slowly walk into an open area, almost directly in front of him. They stood in the middle as two more men; each carrying a large case of some sort approached them. A short verbal exchanged took place, and then the men holding the cases put them on the ground. Currency was exchanged and the other men took the cases, and turned and walked back into the shadows.
By this time, Roan had seen enough, he knew what he had to do. He jumped off of the stack of containers and went to go confront the men who had, apparently, bought the weapons. Roan met them as they were exiting the warehouse. He emerged from the shadows and stood, silently in front of them with his hood casting a shadow over his face, hiding his features. He slowly ignited his lightsaber, positioning it so that cast a green glow over his face and upper torso. One of the men, as if by reflex, pulled his blaster from its holster and fired off a shot at Roan. He liquidly, reflected it off into the night sky.
“Doing that again, might be hazardous to your health.” Roan said, “have a seat.” He motioned and two crates slid up and tapped against the back of the men’s knees. Almost reflexively, half stunned by fear, they sat.
”Now,” Roan began, “I would like you to explain to me your relationship with the arms dealer I saw you talking to inside.”
“W-w-ell” One of the men stammered “We don’t know much…”
“You realize that once CorSec gets here, you two are getting arrested. Now if you help me, I could pull a few strings and maybe help get your sentences lessened.”
The man seemed reassured by this, he had never known of a lying Jedi.
“All we know is, we get a call tellin’ us where to show up, and we do, pay the same amount and get the goods. Then we sell ‘em on the streets and make a bundle. I do know that he comes in the same ship every time, I see him take off. Its gotta be custom or something. Never seen anything like it. Its great, nice lines, really fast…” The smuggler trailed off.
Roan, turned and called CorSec on his Comlink, and after a quick conversation arranged for them to be picked up and taken into custody.
Later at CorSec Headquarters Roan was looking up any known files for the ship that the smuggler had described. He had found that it was owned by a refueling depot manager named Thomas Ranger. But that could easily be a front. He decided that the only real way to find out anything was to go down to the docks and take a look.
After obtaining some basic flight-plan information from his connections at Cor-Sec, Roan was on his way.
It was dirty. It seemed that fuel and grime simply leaked out of the walls and left a gooey disgusting translucent mess everywhere. He had never been this far into the dregs of the spaceport before. Everywhere he looked it seemed a black-market deal was going on. Rare Allderaanian art here, Correllian whiskey there, it was astounding how much these people got away with. But Roan figured that it probably wasn’t worth Cor-Secs’s time to clean up this mess, nor his for that matter. He continued onward. He slipped a man a few credits and found out that, the particular ship he was looking for was being housed a bit farther down, near the very back of the spaceport, where no-one bothered to look. He had heard rumors of Granite Slugs living that far back, but he quickly pushed them out of his head as simply rumors. Although, he thought as he continued he depressing walk down into the, if it was at all possible, dirtier section, he wouldn’t be that surprised if he ran into a slug. As he got closer to the docking bay that the seedy old man had told him about, he heard the faint trickle of voices that were trying deliberately not to be heard by passer-by. But normal passer-by don’t have the force to aid their hearing.
“Hurry up, and load the goods on, we don’t wanna be late. You know what the boss does to late people.”
“Yea,” *audible shuddering sound, “ Man don’t even wanna think about it.”
“Ya got that right. Well lets grab those smaller crates over there, and we’ll both grab that big one last.”

Sensing his opportunity, Roan moved quickly. When the two men’s backs were turn, busy moving smaller crates onto the sleek silvery ship, that matched the first smuggler’s description quite well, Roan used The Force to pry open the lid of the larger storage container, and stowed away inside.
He stayed in a meditative state until he heard and felt the familiar sound and sudden jerk of a ship entering hyperspace. Then, after sensing the room to make sure he wasn’t going to have any unwelcome observers, Roan lifted himself slowly out of the crate, and brushed packing material off his robes. Looking around the surprisingly large cargo hold, Roan though “Oh blast, I’m gonna be here a while, might as well take a look around.” With that he quickly scanned the room and approached a medium sized crate that caught his eye. He opened it up, and was quickly greeted by a row of bottles containing Correlian Brandy, the pale liquid glistening warmly at him. But that can’t be it, he though, and lifted the brandy up out of its place. He then saw a strange array of various computer hardware, puzzled, he calmly put the brandy back on top and closed the crate. Moving to a larger one, he repeated the process, this time he was greeted by a large amount of packing material. He started slowly sifting through the packing material. His hands felt something hard and metallic; he grasped it and lifted, the packing material parting, and allowing it to come to the surface. Roan looked down at his hand and saw he was grasping the head of an Assassin Droid. “Oh blast,” he blurted, unable to restrain himself, and dropping the head back into the crate. It all came together in a flash.

The computer materials, Programming and processors, he was stunned and for sometime, unable to move. But the familiar whirr of a ship dropping out of hyperspace jerked him back to reality. Realizing what he had to do, Roan quickly re-buried the droid head and look around for somewhere to hide. What he found was a ceiling panel that slid away as a makeshift smuggler’s hold. With a force aided jump, Roan propelled himself up into the compartment. From this area he was able to observe as several workers came in and proceeded to move the containers out of the cargo bay. After all the containers were unloaded, Roan lowered himself down into the cargo bay once again. Then moving swiftly and quietly he proceeded to exit the ship and stealthy enter the main hanger bay. The first thing that he noticed about the hanger was that it was organic. It looked like some large creature had burrowed out the entire area. Off to his left was a slightly smaller branch off of the hanger, not nearly as big, but definitely able to let a platoon of soldiers march down it quite easily. Roan knew this simply because there was a platoon sized group of mercenaries walking down that tunnel towards him and the large ship, most likely to greet the owner. Making a quick decision, Roan ran off to the right, where there was a smaller tunnel, through witch he made his getaway. As he moved to avoid the platoon of soldiers, he though, “What a great place for a hide out, completely burrowed into the interior of an asteroid.” Roan made his way down the tunnel, and after a short ways, he came to what seemed to be a security headquarters, or at least an outpost. Dug into the side of the wall was a checkpoint, with transparent Durasteel replacing the wall, so not to disturb the flow of the tunnel, but easily allowed the people inside an easy view out and able to see anyone who passed in front of them. By using the force and directing it on trying to sense what was inside the checkpoint, Roan figured out that if he pressed himself up against the wall he could get right up alongside the transparent Durasteel. The only problem was that the door to the checkpoint was along the far side, opposite to where Roan was, he would have to cross in front of the Durasteel to enter the checkpoint. After a quick deliberation he came up with a plan. Launching himself into a low somersault, he used the force to open the door and neatly rolled inside the checkpoint. He was just about to congratulate himself on his ingenuity when he heard the sharp commanding voice say, “Hold it right there! Don’t move.” Roan slowly opened his rob. And when the security guard saw this, he portly opened fire. Roan had just enough time to note that he was in front of a large, chest high counter, with the man firing at him in front of him, 3 other guards behind the desks reaching for weaponry, and one guard attempting to trigger the alarm. Reacting almost instinctively, Roan deflected the incoming shots upwards with a quick flick of his wrist, having already called his lightsaber to his hand and activated it, while he was making his assessment. He then used the force to speed his movements as he neatly blurred in front of the guard who fell to the ground heavily after Roan gave a quick upward slash across the man’s chest with his saber. Moving to engage the other guards, Roan deflected another barrage coming from the first guard, but this time half of it was neatly reflected into the man’s chest, and the other half bounced into the Durasteel turning it a milky opaque for a few moments until it dissolved back into clear. He then spun, pivoting on his left foot and slashing out at two of the guards, who fell heavily before being able to fire off a shot. He then deflected the blaster bolts from the third guard, bouncing them harmlessly into a desk. He then, jumped slightly into the air and brought his saber crashing down into the other man, nearly bisecting him. And within 20 seconds, the guard station was quiet. Realizing that the men would soon be noticed, he stashed the bodies behind the main counter, and took a seat at a computer terminal. After a few seconds of hacking, Roan was able to access the main schematics of the asteroid, it was literally a maze of tunnels, intersecting, and leading to dead ends. Although he was not able to find any more information, he did find out that he could find shipping information and the Controller’s office. The Controller, he also found out was the man who ran the entire smuggling business. Roan was almost about to close out of the computer, when a file caught his eye. It was labeled Cor-Sec. He opened it, and was greeted by conformations to access the security footage dealing with the I-V squads. He approved the command, and watched. He could see men in the Cor-Sec uniform slowly moving forward. He recognized the commander as the one he has seen in the hologram back in Lanik’s office. They kept creeping forward, but then suddenly almost out of nowhere, 4 assassin droids moved into the picture and began annialating the I-V squad. They tried to return fire, but they were too surprised and out in the open and surrounded. Within 30 seconds, not one of them was left alive. Roan shuttered and closed out the file. At least he knew what he might be facing now, he reasoned as he moved out of the checkpoint and go towards the Controller’s office. Although the office was on a different level, there were no lifts in this base, instead a tunnel looped around and got progressively higher until it reached the other level. Roan was just approaching this when he heard the intercom go off.
*Crackle* “Attention, We have an intruder alert. We are dispatching the assassin droids. Please stay calm. This will be dealt with shortly. Thank you”. *Crackle*
“Blast!” Roan exclaimed as he began to sprint towards the upward sloping tunnel. But right as he was about to enter the tunnel, two assassin droids stepped out from panels built into the walls. “Oh man.” Roan muttered as he quickly pulled his lightsaber from inside his robes. With a Snap-hiss he ignited it, just in time to start reflecting the unstoppable mass of blaster fire that was coming from the droids. Losing ground quickly, Roan knew that he could not keep reflecting continuously for long. With a quick analysis, he look a long leap, brushing up against the ceiling, But the Assassin droids quickly registered his jump, and a blaster bolt neatly burned a hole through the sleeve of his robe. His initial reaction to this knocked him off balance and made him land heavily on the ground behind the droids. Although the droids turned quickly, Roan’s objective was completed, he was within striking range of the droids. With three quick strikes he beheaded the first Assassin droid, the head clunking solidly with the brown rock of the floor. The second droid resumed firing, but the shots went wide, and Roan was able to manage a quick strike at the droid before it fired again, but once again, Roan was able to either evade or reflect the incoming shots. But this time Roans strike hit home and he lopped off the droid’s blaster arm. Then with a quick twirl, he drove his saber deep into the chest of the droid, removing it with a flourish and allowing the droid to fall to the floor. He was just about to congratulate himself on a job well done when he heard the clunking of more droids, and the soft patter of guards. Roan knew that he couldn’t keep this up for long. He had to get either back to the hanger and escape, or to the Controller’s office, to attempt to turn of the droids. Quickly dismissing the hanger as too hazardous, he decided to run to the office. Running at full speed up the turning incline, he nearly ran right into 5 guards charging down to try and apprehend him. Snap-hiss The green lightsaber flashed, and spun. Two guards fell quickly, Roan leapt sideways to avoid the returning blaster fire, then reversed his momentum, cut back across the tunnel, and with one fluid strike downed two more guards. The last guard looked frightened, but then hardened his sight and took a shot at Roan, which was reflected back into his chest. After he fell to the floor with an audible thump, Roan turned, to see what had hardened the guard’s gaze. “Stun him” the commander of the large platoon of guards said. Roan barley had time to register that he was incredibly outnumbered before he saw the blue energy arc towards him. His muscles went rigid and he fell to the floor. He saw the guards walking toward him, and then everything went black.

His head hurt, throbbing pain. He slowly pried open his eyelids, and immediately regretted it. Using the force, he embraced the pain, recognized it, and flushed it out of his system. Then he could sit up and analyze his surroundings. He was in a small cell. He was lying on a bed and about 5 feet in front of him was a crackling red energy door, He still had his robe on, but no lightsaber. He wasn’t dead though. And that was a good thing. “So you’re awake.” The deep baritone boomed out of a hidden speaker. It sounded strangely familiar but Roan couldn’t place it, “I suppose you would want to know why I’ve captured you, rather than killing you. Well rest assured you will die soon enough. But as you know, we just got in a shipment of Assassin droids. I was assured that these droids would be an improvement over the last batch, which were, lacking to say the very least. So I am going to let you out of your cell. You are in an arena of sorts, I could tell you more, but I find it more entertaining to watch you figure it out. Good luck, and happy death.” There was a small chuckle and the speaker shut off. Then soon after, the red energy door fizzed out of existence. Warily, Roan walked out of the door, just as he crossed out of his cell and into the corridor straight in front of him, his suspicions were confirmed. Two Assassin Droids popped out of panels in the wall. While they were registering Roan as a target, he sprinted down the corrider and planted a flying kick in the head of the first droid. Diving away from the fire of the second droid, Roan judged his next attack, then in one swift, practiced move Roan used The Force and his own personal strength to plant an open palm on the chest area of the droid and send it flying backward. Looking down the isle he saw two more droids come into the corridor from the large open area at the end of the tunnel, but in between them, a shine drew his eyes. Was it? it was! His lightsaber, perched on a waist high pedestal in the middle of a large clearing. Almost instinctively Roan knew he had to get it, and thus, extended his had, and utilized The Force to draw it to him. It hit his hand with a welcome thump and when he thumbed it on, Roan sighed a nearly audible sigh of relief, he knew he could survive now. But he couldn’t go into the open area, there he could become surrounded and become victim to the traps that would certainly be there. Instead, he took his saber, and drove it into the droid he knocked over, effectively destroying it. He quickly pulled it out to reflect the blaster fire from the assassin droids now advancing down the corridor into the other droid he had kicked in the head. Moving quickly, Roan moved impossibly fast, aided by the force, and closed in on the droids. Roan twirled his saber, and lashed out at one of the droids. This made a superficial scar across the chest of the droid, but did not stop it. After ducking to avoid the fire of the second droid, Roan finished the attack and in one swift move, decapitated it. With a metallic clank, both pieces fell to the ground. He then turned his saber around, so the blade was traveling parallel to his forearm and snapped it upwards to cut of the arm of the other droid, and then brought it, point down, into the shoulder of the droid. He removed his saber with a twirl. Looking down the corrider once again, he saw more droids approaching. He had to get out of there fast. If he stayed where he was, he would be swarmed for sure and there would be no escape. Looking around, he got an idea. It was a gamble, but he had to take the chance. Reaching upwards with his lightsaber, Roan cut a man sized hole in the ceiling, To his surprise, a pice of relatively thin metal fell down at his feet, Roan thought he would have to cut quite deep before he opened up anything. But he would take this opportunity. He jumped upwards, grabbed the edge of the hole and pulled himself into a reasonably sized vent. This was quite peculiar, but the cool air that was flowing down the tunnel woke him up more and made him realize that someone would soon find how he escaped, as it was not his most stealthy getaway, and he should start moving. As he crawled in the direction the air was flowing, he started to formulate a plan. He needed to find out who was behind all of this, so he could resume his primary plan and shut down the smuggling ring. But first of all, he needed to find out where exactly he was. Without that there was no way he could accomplish anything but running. After crawling a while through the tunnel he came to a man sized vent that seemed to be over a refresher or something. After a quick internal argument, and waiting for it to become vacant, Where ever he was, the refresher had a large amount of people going in and out. He quickly undid the external latch with the force, he decided against simply slicing it, he cold cover his tracks better this way. He leapt down and quickly redid the latch on the vent. He then went over to a sink and washed some of the dirt and grime from the droids and the vent off himself and attempted to make himself more presentable. Roan then tucked his lightsaber away, took a deep breath and opened the door. Greeting him at the door, surprisingly was plush red carpet. Looking out across the floor he saw various machines, and attendance, the clatter of credits, and masses upon masses of people! It was a gambling house of some sort. In addition to smuggling and ordering assassin droids, this person was heading a gambling house, or probably more accurately, a chain of them. He walked past table and tables of Sabbac, every type he could imagine. And then there were quick draw machines, where people put in credits and tried their luck at getting Blasters and Star cruisers to line up in a certain way. Spotting a bar, Roan quickly formed a plan. He would pretend to be drunk, so his ignorance would be excused and he would be able to get more information out of the bartender. Staggering slightly Roan stumbled up to the bar and slurred, “You look like a nice man, could you pour a poor drunk a Correlian ale?” The bartender was happy to comply, the bar was empty, with people preferring to take their alcohol at the tables rather than at a bar. “Thanks man…” Roan said, when the ale was ready for him. “Could ya do me a favor…I don’t seem to recall where I am…” The bartender looked at him sideways and then said, “Your on deck three of the Corusca Gem, The most exclusive and high paying casino ship, anywhere!” So it was not a casino on some strange planet! He was on a very large Spaceship! “Thank you man… You’re a real friend, a pal” he slurred some more as he staged off, being sure to trip over a chair or two until he was out of sight. Then he stood upright and looked around, using his force aided sences he spotted two guards standing in front of a door marked, “Employee’s only.” It was obvious that he had to go through there. Resuming the drunk act, he staged up to the door and attempted to brush past the guards. When they attempted to stop him, he found that they were extraordinarily weak willed and susceptible to a simple mind trick. After getting inside the employee area, he found it was easy to blend in, despite the amount of guards and mercenaries wandering around inside. A few mind tricks and hacked computers later; Roan knew where he had to go. The bridge. There he could certainly find the commander if not the man in charge of everything. Yet as he wandered towards the bridge, following the signs and the map he had committed to memory, a guard

standing at the door called out to him sharply, “Halt!” Roan slowly turned, and prepared to mind trick his way out of the problem, “Me?”
“Yea,…Wait…You, you! I dumped you into the cell by the droids!” He reached for his comlink, “Escaped prisoner, leve….” He found it hard to speak after he found an emerald green lightsaber stuck in his chest. “Blast!” Roan exclaimed as he forced open the door the guard was blocking and sprinted down the hallway. He was halfway down when the red flashing lights came on, flashing eerie shadows down the hallway. Roan barely noticed them as he sprinted down the corridor. Left, right, straight, left. Roan was lost in his map, the halls emptied of people since the warning klaxon began sounding. After turning one corner, he nearly ran into a small band of mercenaries apparently scouring the maze of corridors for him. Unfortunately for them they were not much better than ordinary soldiers and Roan dispatched them easily. Soon he arrived at what apparently was the main entrance to the bridge. But due to the Alarm, it was guarded by two assassin droids and two mean looking turrets. Roan didn’t have much choice, so he sprinted down the corridor, sidestepped to the left to avoid the first pings of blaster fire, Spun to attempt and engage both droids, unfortunately these droids were better made, and he missed them both. Not to be put off, Roan neatly sliced the gun off a turret, making it completely useless at doing anything except spewing sparks. He then turned his full attention to one of the droids. It fired at him, but only succeeded in burning a neat little hole in Roan’s robe. While this stung slightly, Roan was too focused to let that distract him. He moved in with a whirl of strikes, one high, one low and a jab to the middle left the droid scarred in two places, and with a set of innards that were fused together. It fell to the floor like the pile of scrap that it was. He then reflexively thrust his saber behind his back to block the incoming fire from the turret that was behind him, reflecting it back into itself. He then made a quick slash at the final droid, but missed. If it was possible for an assassin droid to seem angry, this one did as it let out a rapid fire burst at Roan, who reflected nearly half of it, some of it shooing back into the droid’s armor, but causing no real damage. He then spun his saber in preparation, then brought it down heavily onto the droids head, bisecting it. With two turrets and two droids dispatched in a little over a minute, opened the door, and quickly walked through, saber at the ready for anything that might lurk inside.

But his fears were unjustified, as there was nothing but computer terminals inside. Behind him, he heard the door shut, and then from somewhere in front of him he heard a voice boom. “Ah Roan Trilanger, I should have expected you to make it here. I wasn’t surprised at all when I heard you escaped the assassin droids, but using the vents, quite ingenious.”
“Who are you?” Roan demanded “Do you run the smuggling rings?”
“Oh I run more than you think. I could even run you and your beloved organization Roan.” The strange man stood up, and turned around. A shocked Roan looked into the face of Lanik, the commander that sent him on this mission. He was one of his father’s personal friends! How could he do this? How could he betray the organization to which he gave so much? Lanik worked at Cor-Sec for as long as he could remember.
“I’m sure you have many questions. But first, I can see on your face, you wish to ask why. Its simple really, Cor-Sec is boring. And it’s full of bigoted know it alls who would stop at nothing simply to get ahead. I couldn’t stand it. So I decided to seek my fortune elsewhere. I applied the training I received about how to catch smugglers to evading the authorities, it was quite simple really. And when ever someone dug too deep, I sent them on a little ‘mission’ where I would off them quietly. Which brings us here, I can’t have you going back to Cor-Sec with what you know now. You’ve been tracking down the branches of my influences for two long. That civil war on Ragnarok? Supplied and instigated by me. The strange murders on Coresaunt? Those senators were a danger to my operation. The list goes on, until it comes to you. You see I can’t have you nosing around here. So you are here to be off-ed by me. Well more specifically, my assassin, who has been training all his life for a job like this.” And then Lanik whistled sharply, and in walked a short humanoid with a bald head, and twin swords strapped to his back. He looked at Roan and grinned a sharp toothy smile. “Meet my assistant Yowan,” Lanik gloated. “See the swords on his back? Sith War replicas, cost me a fortune to acquire, but well worth it. See they are interwoven with Cortosis ore. Amazingly rare now, but it has the interesting effect of repelling a lightsaber. But enough talk. I’m sure you’ll come to appreciate them soon.” He turned to Yowan, “Kill him.”
With that Yowan drew both his sabers; they glowed faintly with a dark, oppressive green tint. He extended a long thin tongue and licked both blades. He then adopted a unique defensive style, he held the left blade in a lateral defense with the right blade high to strike. Roan then drew his saber, ignited it and tensed and released his arm muscles to focus himself. He then attacked. He closed in on Yowan, and swung his blade low to high, to block the high strike and keep the lower blade occupied. The move worked well. And Yowan’s blade did offer the resistance that was boasted about it. Yowan then took his left blade and attempted to slash Roan’s side, but Roan spun off to the side and left Yowan open and unbalanced. With this advantage, Roan struck at Yowan’s backside, But he brought his blade behind his back to block Roan’s saber, then flipped backwards, using his blade as a guide and landed so he was in front of Roan’s saber. Roan was slightly surprised by this, but it was not going to put him off. He pushed the attack, and attempted to muscle his way forward, pushing against Yowan’s blade. But Yowan moved out of the way, and pressed a furious attack with both blades. Roan was forced to put all his energy into franticly defending himself against the assault. But when Yowan went for a scissor move, attempting to catch Roan between his blades, Roan jumped slightly and planted a foot squarely on his chest, sending him backwards, off balance and open for attack. Roan was not going to let this chance go to waste. He lunged forward and aimed a mighty diagonal slash that would have cut Yowan open from hip to opposite shoulder. But Yowan placed his hands at his shoulder with his blades facing down, making an X across his body. Roans slash landed against this, and it only forced Yowan back more. But while Roan was on the upswing after that large strike, Yowan flicked his wrists out, slahing the two blades at Roan’s chest. Roan had to drop to the ground to avoid this, but as he did, he kicked out at Yowan’s feet. As Yowan lept to avoid tumbling down, Roan brought his kick around and used it to get back up on his feet. As he regained his footing, Yowan slashed out at his head. But Roan was ready for this. He ducked under the blade and slashed at Yowan’s midsection. This time he hit home. His blade bisected Yowan, who gurgled slightly as both haves of him fell to the ground, with the blades clattering beside him. Roan stood up fully and attempted to regain his composure, just to see Lanik rushing towards and auxiliary blast door!
“Lets see how well you fare when the bridge is ejected, even you can’t breath vaccum!” Lanik gloated as he moved to shut the blast doors. Roan nearly panicked, but luckily his trained reactions were faster. He sped as fast as he could towards the quickly closing blast doors, and leapt through the middle just as it was about to close, dooming him for certian. As he slid on his stomach across the metallic flooring, he noticed he was in the Escape pod compartment. “Thank the force” he muttered as he rose quickly, only to see Lanik seek shelter behind a near army of assassin droids and Mercenaries. “Not this time Lanik.” Roan resigned as he quickly assessed the situation, and opened the door to the nearest escape pod with the force. Just as the droids began firing, Roan leapt inside. He quickly punched the “Launch” Button, and strapped himself down inside. As he was shooting away from the luxury liner, he examined himself. Some shots and slices came a bit too close, but he would survive. It was nothing a quick bacta bath couldn’t cure. He sighed heavily though. He was going to have to make a long and detailed report to the Jedi Council. He was thinking about what he was going to say when he drifted off into a long, exhaustion fueled sleep.