STAR WARS/PREDATOR: MASTER XOL'S SAGA (PART FOUR)

After being incapacitated on Tatooine,

Master Xol is taken to parts unknown and imprisoned.

His fleeting glimpses of consciousness tell him this based on his inability to move, and the distant screams of others held in areas nearby.

With his connection to the Force still severed, the Yautja has only the stillness of his incarceration to comfort him.

For the first time since being brought to this universe by Dark Lord Blades, he is afraid…

“Wake up,” a human voice yells in Basic. “It’s time for you to meet your host. You’re our guest of honor after all.”

Xol slowly opens his eyes, the light although minimal stings his vision in this dark and dank cell. His arms stretching high above his head are bound by chains and restraints. Standing in front of him is a raggedly dressed human with a long baton, a forked prod on the end. Arcs of electricity hop from tine to tine as it rests in the jailer’s hand. The room is littered with small lizard-like creatures, which wade in the cell’s filth, snorting, hissing and nipping at one another. A large metal door just behind the human screeches open and three figures step through, two Stormtroopers and the third, an officer dressed in black.

“Good. It’s awake,” the officer exclaims. “You’re quite the little trouble maker, my friend. Had it not been for the bounty hunter that spotted you, your presence here would have gone unnoticed.”

“Where have you taken me?” Xol strains to say, his voice weary from imprisonment.

For speaking, the jailer plunges his prod into the Yautja’s side, its fork crackling as it sends pulses of pain through the Jedi.

“You really shouldn’t speak until spoken to, alien,” the officer warns. “These Outer Rim jailers can take a little too much joy in their work, and I wouldn’t want you falling unconscious again. Not until you’ve been subjected to our Emperor’s test.

“Your Emperor is dead…” Xol groans before being zapped again with the jailer’s prod.

“Yes Vader has perished, by your hand no less. However, Vader had a successor. One that shall bring this Empire into a stable and secure future, one that will be rid of you and your kind.”

With all his will, the Yautja attempts to use the Force to break free of his restraints and escape. As he feels his power surround him, it seems to be unable to manifest regardless of his level of focus.

“I can only assume by the calm across your face that you are attempting to escape,” the Imperial says with a smile. “I’m afraid that that will not be possible whatsoever. Do you see these small reptiles all around you? They are creatures called Ysalamir from the planet Myrkr, absolutely harmless but they do exhibit one phenomenal characteristic you may enjoy. They negate the use of your Jedi abilities for ten meters around them or in this case, there being such a large group about, roughly one square kilometer. An enzyme we extracted from them tipped the dart that shot you in the cantina. As you can see, it is remarkably effective. Soon all your Jedi friends will be captured just as you were and brought to justice. Today is the beginning of a glorious age in the Empire’s history, one that shall become legendary, and its first passages shall be written in your blood.”

The officer signals his guards and they begin to unhook Xol’s bindings. If the Yautja gestures in any way that the jailer does not like, he receives a shock from the prod until the soldiers are finished unhooking him. At blasterpoint the soldiers along with the jailer lead the Jedi Master out into the hallway of the cellblock. They forcibly march him through the damp tunnels of the jail, foul emanations prick at his senses as he passes by one imprisoned individual after another. At the end of the long hall, an upward inclined ramp lit by sunlight is the only visible exit and the Imperials are leading him straight toward it. Upon reaching the base, the security detail stops, leaving only the jailer to prod and guide him up the ramp into the open air. Each successive electrical surge from the weapon begins to make the Yautja lose his grip on his anger and instead give in. His mind turns to violence, how he would like to hurt the jailer for inflicting such pain on him. He summons every ounce of his resolve and attempts to quiet his mind or else he might descend back into the pit that is the Dark Side of the Force.

Ascending the incline, Xol emerges in a large open area. With the jailer directly behind him, the ramp seals over with a heavily armored door. The space seems to be an arena of some kind but does not appear to be for entertaining a live audience as it has no stands. In their place there are heavily fortified walls with Stormtroopers at guard posts every one hundred feet or so. The climate outside is warm and with two suns flying overhead, Xol can only infer that he is still on Tatooine. As TIE fighters screech over the open space, a voice begins to speak from a distant loudspeaker.

“Jedi Master Xol, the Emperor has asked me as the warden of this facility to execute you in a manner he sees fitting. In that regard, he has commissioned a very special droid to end your life. In addition, because the leader of Empire is not without mercy, he has given you the tools to defend yourself. They can be found in the center of the arena once the execution has begun. Our wise and powerful ruler hopes that you will die with some grace and honor, but he will accept surrender as well.”

Across the arena, a lone figure emerges, its blackened metallic frame partially draped in a tan colored cape. In its hand it wields a pike, the tip of which is a lightsaber emitter. With a flash, a golden blade erupts from the weapon and the droid begins to charge. As he progresses, Xol can see a small platform in the center rising up from below like the ramp did earlier. Atop it are all his pieces of equipment, armor, and weaponry. He tries to use the Force to make it to the center to avail; he cannot push beyond the Ysalamir’s influence. Instead he runs as fast as he can, headlong toward his gear and his opponent. Even though the Yautja is physically gifted even for his species, the droid is far superior in speed and intercepts Xol before he can make it to the supply pile. With cold, emotionless, red eyes staring him down, the droid strikes forward, lunging at the Jedi with his pike. Xol manages to grab hold of the weapon but to his surprise, he cannot overpower the mechanical attacker enough to take the weapon away. Instead, the droid flings the Yautja up over his head on the end of the pike and lands him several meters away just beyond his sought after equipment. Xol recovers from the harsh toss and subsequent landing, bringing himself back to his feet as the droid leaps into the air and brings his weapons down upon him. Evading the attack, the Yautja performs a roll toward his gear and grasps his lightsabers, igniting their furious red blades in time to parry another strike from the droid. Xol struggles to withstand the incredible strength of the machination and using a forward kick, pushes the attacker back away from him. While the droid is momentarily adjusting to the force of the blow, the Yautja seizes the opportunity and slashes at his opponent. To his surprise, the strike connects, but contact with the droid’s armor disrupts his lightsabers and they stop functioning.

He remembers reading of a lightsaber resistant material known as cortosis which disables weapons in this way. Xol, disarmed once more must now face this new threat without his abilities in the Force or his Jedi weapons. The Yautja backs toward his remaining gear and blocks the droids physical attacks being careful to avoid the pike’s still ignited point. Each successful block is so powerful that Xol can feel his bones rattle and weaken with each concussion. As the back of his heels touch his equipment, he quickly reaches down to pick up his bracers. Just as he barely straps them to his arms, the droid skewers his abdomen with the pike and quickly pulls it out. Painful as his wound is, his resolve to survive is far stronger, as he launches his wrist blades from his gauntlets. Their familiar song as they deploy brings back many memories and tap into his primal nature. Whilst parrying the droid’s next downward pike attack with his left blade, he punches his right blade into its chestplate. With the sound of grinding metal, the Yautja’s weapon pierces into his opponent. Sparks pour from ruptured wires, flaring from the cavity of damage, as Xol drives the blade further and further into the droid, roaring with primal aggression as the machine’s red eyes flicker and go dark. With a toss he sheds the limp mechanical body from his arm, letting it collapse to the ground at his feet.

“Most displeasing, Jedi,” the warden says over the speaker. “Now, I have no choice but to exterminate you myself.”

With a click, the speaker turns off and is replaced with the sound of sirens. Imperial troops on the walls begin opening fire against Xol, who is out in the open attempting to put on the rest of his armor and equipment. As he places his helmet upon his head, he feels a rumble beneath his feet. Fearing that the Imperials may try for an attack from the passages under the arena, he uses the cortosis armored shell of the droid as a shield, protecting him from the blaster fire raining in from the wall and allowing him to train his shoulder cannon on his surroundings. The rumbling becomes more thunderous as the seconds pass and Xol soon realizes that the vibration does not come from below but from afar. Something large is heading his way and at a rapid rate of speed.
The arena wall heaves and crumbles as the rust colored hull of a Sandcrawler gores its way through it. Soldiers on the wall are thrown aside, falling to their death on the arena floor below. The massive treads of the desert vehicle crunch debris as it drives forward into the open, coming to a stop between the wall and Xol.

Exit ramps deploy from the hulk and dozens of Jawas and droids disembark, armed with all manner of armament. The Jawas exchange fire with the Stormtroopers, both sides losing some of their own in the firefight. Droids armed with missile launchers fire at guard positions shattering them into shards of metal and fiery rubble. Some of the Imperials begin repelling the walls attempting to clash on the less restrictive arena floor, some of them being shot from their climbing lines as they descend.

From the Sandcrawler, a figure emerges that Xol recognizes to be Typ. The Jawa's distinctive oil stains on his brown, hooded cloak set him apart from the rest engaged in combat. Once Typ spots Xol, he ushers four PK series labor droids to follow. Typ barks in Jawaese at the droids as they pick up not only his remaining gear but take the disabled Imperial droid Xol had slain as well. Typ, in his trade language waves at Xol to hurry up and come with them. The Yautja distracted by the battle around him takes a moment to acknowledge the Jawa’s request and then proceeds to follow.

Blaster fire pummels the Sandcrawler, shearing metal plates away from its hull and burning holes straight through its body as the Yautja scrambles up the entry ramp and proceeds inside the mammoth vehicle. With the shout of “Utinni!” from Typ, any remaining Jawas still in combat, fall back and enter the Sandcrawler. With a lurch the gigantic treads of the transport start propelling the vehicle back towards the hole it made previously in the prison wall. Xol, cramped inside along with the Jawas, curls into a ball for protection as blaster fire continues to rip through the vehicle’s hull plating and bounce around in the passenger area.

“Typ I appreciate the rescue, but I hope you have a plan for getting us out of here,” Xol says, his words shaky due to the Sandcrawler’s turbulent movement. “The Empire will have us in moments with TIE fighters or even a few speeders.”

The Jawa with his head tilted, takes in what Xol has said and responds by shaking his head and pressing the activation switch on a small holoprojection wrist device. A hologram flutters from the now lit pad, but is unable to fully manifest. With a sound of disappointment and an angry smack to the projector, Typ rights the image and allows the communication to go through. Displayed in front of Xol in a pale blue is an unexpected face, the tattooed crimelord of Ord Mantell, Orlo the Hutt.

Translated by his protocol droid Orlo begins to speak, “Greetings Xol, that Imperial scum won’t be troubling you any longer. This is Hutt space and the Empire has no business setting up a base on one of our worlds. As a courtesy to me, the local crimeboss Jabba has allowed me to attempt your rescue in exchange for some special favors done on his behalf. I will require your services to repay Jabba and also at the same time we will rescue your friends as they were brought elsewhere by the Empire. Your Jawa friend is foolishly brave to have contacted me and enlisted my aid but I believe that we both can benefit from this arrangement.”

“What exactly do I have to do Orlo?” Xol inquires, suspicious of the blue Hutt. “I am not the same Yautja you met all that time ago.”

“Do not worry Master Xol there will be no need for you to worry. I have your deepest concerns in mind when asking you to complete this task for me. However, we cannot discuss this over such an unsecure channel. Your little friend will bring you to Jabba’s Palace here on Tatooine. There we can discuss the matter in greater detail. In the meantime, rest well Jedi and let the magnificent Orlo take care of all the details.”

As the hologram disappears and the display of the projector darkens, Xol can only wonder what lies ahead for him and Typ as they must delve deep into a criminal underworld he left behind.

TO BE CONTINUED…

STAR WARS/PREDATOR: MASTER XOL'S SAGA (PART THREE)

With the discovery of Project Rebirth, Xol and Dex with the help of a mysterious stranger had to battle their way out of the Kaminoan city of Tipoca.

Pursued by elite security, the group narrowly escapes the planet and plunges into hyperspace. With the nearest Alliance friendly world days away, they journey now to Tatooine where the Empire’s influence is less prominent.

Xol hopes that this new ally will have some answers, as his mind cannot erase the image of the creature in the tank on Kamino. He doubts however, that any information the stranger reveals will give him any peace…

As pilot droids P1 and P2 navigate the ship, Xol, Dex and the stranger gather in the common area sat at the large table and begin to discuss their ordeal. Dex, in plain clothes, has a number of Bacta patches on his body, repairing his wounds from his fight with the Unsu’s chief of security. Xol also relaxed, has his armor and weapons in a heap next to him on the banquette seat. The stranger however, wanting to retain his anonymity for the time being has chosen to leave his helmet on. His collection of weaponry however, is sat on the table just in front of him. An active holoprojector, displaying a standby logo lights up their meeting from the center of the table.

“Master Xol and Commander Kamino,” the stranger begins. “I thank you for trusting me on the planet. You didn’t have any reason to, but you did. The Empire knowing of your inevitable discovery of their project’s chambers on Yavin IV used Moff Unsu to set up a trap for anyone that would be seeking information on Rebirth.”

“How did you learn of this?” Xol interjects. “We barely had time to relay our plans to Alliance command before we were en route. Yet, not only do you know who they sent but where we were in the facility.”

“I respect your suspicion but my presence there was far from coincidence. I work for the Alliance. I belong to a group of freedom fighters that honestly do not function well within the confines of the Rebellion’s code of conduct. We too, have suffered at the hands of the Empire and its oppressive regime. We sympathize with the Alliance and use our skill sets to infiltrate, sabotage and collect valuable intelligence on the Imperials. I was working on Kamino uploading data on Project Rebirth when General Madine sent me a coded message detailing your arrival. Informing the general of the trap, I was ordered to intercept you two and warn of the danger. As you know, I did not reach you in time and it almost cost you your lives and for that, I am sorry.”

As Dex sits forward, he winces in pain and says, “Don’t shed a Krayt Dragon’s tear over it, Xol and I have been in worse scrapes than this and lived to tell about it.”

“That may be true commander, but I have intel that suggests had we not departed Kamino when we did, one of the Empire’s three Death Star platforms was expected to arrive, with its compliment of ships on its tail.”

“All for us?” Dex replies. “That seems a little bit excessive if you ask me.”

“You fail to understand sir,” the stranger agitatedly states. “The Empire will stop at nothing to ensure that Project Rebirth is never intercepted by the Alliance.”

“Why?” Xol asks. “Why is this project of theirs so important? I know what I saw in that tank and it was unnerving but, it does not seem to be a universe shattering plan the Empire has.”

“What you saw in that tank Master Jedi, was a perfect duplicate of you grown within a matter of days. However, their unfamiliarity with your species seems to have prevented that clone from reaching full maturation. Without any more viable genetic material of yours to work with, they will need to seek you out and extract a better core sample. They will stop at nothing to possess you and reclaim these top secret plans.”

“Why am I so important stranger?” Xol questions, his words strained with frustration. “What is the purpose of Project Rebirth?”

“I empathize with you. This sort of situation is very confusing indeed. Please allow me to elaborate on the details surrounding the project. Normally I wouldn’t divulge such classified material without consulting the Alliance first, however due to your position within the Jedi Order and the Rebellion I feel it shouldn’t be an issue discussing it.”

The stranger, walking over to the holoprojector, slides out a holodisk from a compartment in his armor and inserts it into the device. With a whir of the display, an image begins emitting from the projector. The display shows images of a variety of planets, as well as historical data and images of various individuals including Xol. As the information scrolls along, the stranger begins relaying the details of the file to the pair sat across from him.

“Project Rebirth gentlemen,” he begins. “This project was originally conceived of in the early days of the Empire however, the technology to execute it was yet unavailable. Using cloning techniques and artifacts discovered throughout the former Sith Empire, Imperial scientists hope to engineer and restore the most proficient warriors from the whole of history and employ them within their ranks as generals and elite troops making them unstoppable. Initial reports claim that the clones are unstable but a few have been produced already. The Yavin IV side of the project was designed to resurrect notorious Sith lords and acolytes, allowing them to train and lead their knights the same way the old Jedi Order used to. With the death of Emperor Vader by Xol’s hand as well as the countless other feats he has accomplished, the Empire hopes to synthesize a sort of midichlorian booster from his raw framework, exponentially increasing the power of their Force manipulating ranks. As you both saw on Kamino, their efforts to do so have failed for now. However, as I stated earlier, clone growth within these facilities takes only a matter of days. Once the Imperials flush out the last few flaws in the process, they can unleash in weeks a wave of Empire loyal troops and knights so powerful that the Grand Clone Army of the Old Republic will look like a band of Jawas by comparison. No offense Commander Kamino. Now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I must relay a communiqué to the Alliance informing them of our arrival on Tatooine so that we can arrange a hand-off of this disk and its contents.”

With a flip of a switch, the projection dissipates and the holodisk is ejected and placed back into a storage pocket by the presenter. The stranger begins to walk from the common area, leaving a stunned Xol and Dex behind.

“Wait stranger,” Xol demands. “All this information being said, we still have no idea who you are.”

“My apologies master,” the stranger replies as he reaches for his helmet. “I had to be sure my identity would be safe if I were to reveal it to you, I too am pursued by the Empire.”

With a small click the T-shaped visor of the Mandalorian helmet slowly reveals a male human face. His short, sandy brown hair and stubbly beard cover a grizzled complexion that tells a story of hardship. His haunting blue eyes are as cold as the ices of Rhen Var pierce through Xol as he observes the figure.

“I am Luke Skywalker,” the man announces. “I thank you for what you have done for my family and for this galaxy.”

In shock, Xol stands to greet Luke, shaking his forearm as is Yautja custom.

“I am sorry that I could not spare him. Your father died honorably.”

“I know Xol, he came to me in a spiritual form and spoke of his ascension. Were it not for you, he would not have been able to become one with the Force.”

“So what Master Kenobi told me was true,” the Yautja recalls. “You did escape Vader’s attack as Obi-Wan sacrificed himself. How is it that you ended up here?”

“That was a difficult decision, I truly wanted to stand and fight but Ben insisted that I make haste for Alderaan with my two droids and rendezvous with Rebel operatives stationed there. Once there I met my long lost sister Leia and the resistance had us brought to a secure location. We nomadically moved from place to place in the Outer Rim territories over the next few years. Not too long after being taken in by the Rebellion, two Master Jedi appeared to Leia and me as spirits and began teaching us the ways of the Force. One was Obi-Wan and the other was a strange ancient Jedi, named Odan-Urr. We both learned a great deal, but a year ago, my sister and I had a disagreement. She felt it necessary to come out of hiding and seek out the teachings of Jedi Master Yoda. I disagreed, stating that should anyone know of our existence, there was a chance Imperial spies might report their findings to our father before we had the ability to face him. She left soon after that and as you know the Rebel camp on Kashyyyk was assaulted and were it not for your efforts that too would have been a loss. I couldn’t stand seeing any more Alliance civilians being slaughtered because of me and my sister, so I broke away and now function outside their circles hopefully diverting the Empire’s attention away from the innocent.”

“Where is your sister now?” Xol inquires, “I have yet to meet her and Yoda did not speak of her on Kashyyyk.”

“After Kashyyyk Leia felt guilty,” Luke explains, sadness welling up in his eyes. “From what I heard she never actually met with Yoda and instead took a ship and went in search of something. We haven’t spoken since.”

“Well if the children of Anakin Skywalker still live, I have the utmost confidence that this Alliance will be victorious.”

“That sounds like a toast in need of a few bottles of Corellian Ale!” Dex shouts joyously.

For the next few hours, after Luke is relays his drop information, the trio sits at the table playing Sabacc and drinking. They each reminisce about their adventures past and present, laughing at some of the pitfalls and raising their glasses for the hardships.

With a gentle rock, the transport exits hyperspace over the desert planet of Tatooine. Dex now returning to the cockpit for the crew’s final approach, comes onto the intercom system and asks, “Alright Skywalker, where do you want me to plant my pegs?”

“I’ve made arrangements to meet with a smuggler contact of mine in Mos Eisley contact the spaceport, see if you can secure a berth at Garrick’s hangar, you can land there. Ensure that we are left unregistered with the local spaceport authorities. I certainly don’t want the Hutts to know we are here.”

“You got it Skywalker,” Dex replies. “Wretched hive of scum and villainy here we come!”

With a shunt, the sturdy cargo vessel lands in the windswept ports of Mos Eisley. After lowering the gangway, the entire crew of the Wayfarer dons their equipment and disembarks. Typ, elated by being on his homeworld chatters in Jawaese dancing around the befuddled Mantellian, Wompit. As Xol, Dex and Luke reach the end of the loading ramp, Luke turns to Xol and says, “Master Jedi, I have enjoyed your company but I must be on my way, lest I be discovered here. My contact is only a pad or so down the street at docking bay 94. I will be departing with them also, though I regretfully cannot tell you when or where.”

“Very well, safe journey and take care young Skywalker,” Xol says with a nod of respect.

“May the Force be with you always Master Xol.” Luke replies returning a nod before he puts on his helmet and walks out into the bustling streets of Mos Eisley.

Xol and Dex, sure that the Alliance will make contact once Skywalker has reported back to them, step into a nearby cantina to continue their drinking and revelry from earlier. Before leaving the berth however, Dex instructs P1 and P2 to stay aboard and monitor for any Imperial chatter. Reluctantly, the droids walk up the gangway and secure it behind them. With the ship secured, Dex seals the entry door and the crew proceeds to the nearest bar.

Xol, Dex, Typ and Wompit walk into a cantina named Chalmun’s that seems to service spacers and all manner of seedy individuals. It seems like an ideal place to blend in if you wish to avoid local law enforcement, or seek pleasures that other places find too taboo. A band plays in the background, entertaining the cloistered groups and patrons all split into different areas of the bar. Typ immediately strikes up a conversation with some local Jawas while Wompit nestles in at the bar with Xol and Dex. After ordering drinks, the pair discusses their next move and share many jokes, laughing and celebrating long into the night.

As the suns begin to set on Tatooine, Chalmun’s empties of all but a few of its patrons, and Dex decides to sit at a nearby table, kicking his feet on top of it as he goes. Xol, waiting on a drink order before joining him receives a dreadful feeling. Another disturbance in the Force, but not like before, instead he could feel it nearby, as if it were a destination calling out to him. Fearing that Luke may be in trouble, he calls out to Dex and the rest of the crew. As he does so, Stormtroopers led by a Sith knight storm into the bar knocking over tables, smashing glasses and ushering, all the patrons out including the bartender. Typ using the opportunity sneaks out amongst the Jawas praying that there isn’t one Stormtroooper alive that could tell them apart from one another.

“Jedi scum!” the Sith growls. “By order of the Emperor I command you to lower your weapons and surrender. It would please me very much if you resisted.”

“Well we hate to disappoint,” Dex says, glancing over at Xol. “Wompit, smash plastic boy!”

With thunderous fury, the Savrip storms across the cantina and collides with the Imperials, knocking the knight off his feet before he is able to draw his lightsaber. Troopers fire at the hulking beast but, blaster fire merely singes Wompit’s toughened hide. As soldiers try to back away from the creature, the Mantellian’s long arms grab hold and swing them into an adjacent wall.

Dex draws his two blaster pistols and begins shooting at the panicked Stormtroopers. Sparks shoot out from helmets and chest plates as the bolts pierce their armor, killing them almost instantly. As the Sith knight stands upright again and draws his blade, Dex even his drunken haze attempts a well placed headshot. The pistol’s shot is deadly accurate but the Force user’s superior speed allows him to deflect the shot right back at the commando and strikes him in the chest. The bolt rips a hole through Dex’s chest plate and knocks him to the ground in agony.

Xol, attempting to close with knight as the exact same moment, sees the trauma inflicted against his friend and with masterful focus throws both his lightsabers at the knight. Like spears they impale the Sith through the chest and form an ‘X’ pattern as they exit out the back. The knight exhales a final time and falls back against the wall, slumping to the floor. Xol retrieving his lightsabers with the Force rushes to his friend’s side even though Wompit is still fighting off the remaining Stormtroopers.

“1165, how badly are you hurt?” The Yautja says sadness in his tone. “Can you walk?”

“Hell, I’ll dance if I get some bacta after this with a Corellian whiskey chaser.” Dex chokes out, as blood dribbles from his lips.

“Master big guy!” Wompit roars loudly across the bar. “Helping me please!”

Xol, getting up rests Dex down to the ground and runs towards Wompit who is fighting off four remaining troopers while clutching one in each hand by their throats. The Yautja draws a lightsaber and moves into melee range. As he bears his weapons down on them, a sharp pain emanates from his neck. Sending a wave of agony throughout his body, a pain so excruciating he can feel it in every fiber. More alarming, is that before his vision turns black with unconsciousness, he can feel his connection with the Force slipping away.

TO BE CONTINUED…

STAR WARS/PREDATOR: MASTER XOL'S SAGA (PART TWO)

As the battle of Yavin IV saw its last days, leaving the Empire

in retreat and the Alliance victorious,

claiming one of the largest Sith training facilities outside the core systems.

While the Rebel fleet regroups and resupplies,

Yautja Jedi Master Xol and Dex Kamino

report their discoveries from the ancient temple to Alliance command.

Based on their findings and the interrogation

of the two captured Sith knights,

Master Yoda convinces the council to send Xol, alongside Dex and his crew in search of the cloners responsible.

Only then can they ascertain what the Empire's true plans are...

Xol feels as though he is home aboard the Wayfarer transport. Not the home in the sense of just mere shelter but a welcoming, childhood home. Nothing can touch him here; he can feel safe enough to fall asleep within moments of resting his head to the bunk. The Empire still rules the galaxy but with Darth Vader gone, he feels less pursued, like time is finally in his control. Although his mind is troubled over what he saw on Yavin IV, he does not allow it to occupy his thoughts for longer than a fleeting moment.

As the ship sails through hyperspace, Xol occupies his time with study, meditation and interaction with fellow crew mates Wompit and Typ. Wompit does not say much but responds well to Xol’s presence. The Yautja can only speculate that due to his own immense size, the Savrip finds kinship with him. Typ on the other hand, works non-stop on ship systems, droid repairs and upgrades to Xol’s old fighter, making him relatively uncommunicative for a Jawa, who as a race according to some, can never stop talking.

A day into the journey, while meticulously cleaning his weapons and armor, Xol receives a message from Dex urging him to come to the cockpit. Without hesitation, the Jedi master runs down the hall to the pilot’s door. Tapping the access switch, the door retracts with a hiss and closes behind Xol as he enters.

The pilot’s compartment looks relatively the same. Pilot droids and Dex performing basic navigational and systems checks while in hyperspace. Dex turns in his chair to face Xol, his helmet off and his face reflecting worry and doubt.

“Thanks for comin’ so quick big guy,” Dex says, his voice sunken. “I figure we have got only a few hours before we arrive on Kamino and considering my former home is still controlled by the Empire, that puts us in a bit of trouble if they have any patrol ships in the area.”

“There is always risk 1165, but you do have a valid reason for concern. To circumvent any Imperials we may encounter, I propose a plan that should allow us to slip by unnoticed.”

“Why do I get a bad feeling about this?” Dex replies, his palms cupped over his face.

“Relax my friend, have I ever steered you wrong?”

Succumbing to Xol’s logic but still unsure, Dex turns back to his pilot position while listening to his Yautja comrade relay his plan in detail. A smile in the corner of his mouth and nods of agreement, are his only words as Xol lays out his strategy for the next few hours.

The sharp drop from lightspeed slows the universe down for a moment as the pair takes in their new surroundings seen through the pilot station windows. Relief washes over Dex as he sees no sign of Imperial ships. Instead, all he can see is the shimmering planet of Kamino, his home for the first few years of his life. The feelings of nostalgia bring back many happy and also terrible memories.

Xol, once sure that the Empire doesn’t have a space based presence in the system, exits the cockpit returning to his quarters. There he prepares his weapons, dons his armor, and conceals it all beneath his robes. As he reaches for his lightsabers, a feeling of danger creeps into his mind. It is a disturbance in the Force, something so powerful that it has no equal in his experiences including his encounters with Vader. Wary of this, Xol clips his weapons to his belt and walks out to meet Dex at the cargo bay.

Walking into the hold, he can hear the alert sirens, and see the swirling, flashing, red lights as the bay doors open and the gangway deploys. Wind and rain whip in through the door, sending Typ running for shelter as he is soaked within moments by the torrential downpour. Xol bracing against the elements makes his way closer to Dex, who is standing in the doorway gazing out over the rain swept landing platform at a raging, stormy, almost black sea, set beneath a thunderously lightning charged, dark grey bank of clouds.

“So what do you think of my home Xol?” Dex says with a sense of pride in his chest.

“Is it always like this here 1165?” the Yautja replies.

“Most of the time but, sometimes its not as nice,” Dex says seriously.

“So how did you manage to get us landed without having an Imperial security detail come by to inspect our ship?”

“Simple, I swiped some top security clearance codes from the base computers back on Kashyyyk. With the Emperor dead, the Empire is so upside down right now, that they haven’t deleted any of these codes from the system yet. It was risky but it seems to have paid off. Also if anyone asks, address me as Moff, or your plan we talked about won’t work.”

“Understood, Moff, sir,” the Yautja says with a respectful bow.

“See, now you’re getting the hang of it. We had best get going I’ve arranged a meeting with one of the administrators here at Tipoca City to give us a tour of the facility and maybe gives us some of the answers the Alliance is looking for.”

Dex and Xol make their way down the gangway and walk across the rain slicked landing pad toward a set of elaborate glass doors guarded by two security guards. The guards are outfitted in outdated ARC trooper armor from the Clone Wars. As Dex approaches, the guards come to attention and salute as they walk by. Upon entering the facility, their eyes adjust to the sterile, shimmering white of their surroundings. Ahead they can see a well dressed Kaminoan accompanied by a silver protocol droid and a single security officer, outfitted differently than the guards outside, seeming to indicate a higher rank.

“Greetings and salutations Moff,” the administrator says pausing, mulling over his next word, “Onimak is it?”

“Yes, that’s correct,” Dex replies as he adjusts his dress armor. “I’ve been given a special assignment by the Imperial Senate that requires your expertise and the expertise of your staff.”

“I am deeply honored Moff. How is it that I, a humble administrator can assist the Senate?”

“Well first of all, what may I call you? I only ask so that I may know the name I shall place on my report if I am displeased by your efforts.”

“I certainly hope we can avoid any unpleasantness, Moff Onimak,” The Kaminoan says with a fearful lump in his throat. “I am administrator Unsu, and I have been in charge since the death of Prime Minister Lama Su some four years ago. Your superiors placed me in my position due to my undying loyalty to the Empire. In that time, I have been personally involved in the special projects area of our Tipoca City facility and am pleased to inform you that we are ahead of schedule at this time.”

“Very impressive Unsu, the Senate will be most pleased to hear that. As for the task at hand, do you see this large specimen standing next to me?”

“Yes Moff I do. I am not familiar with his race but it is a magnificent example of one.”

“Well administrator, this individual is a rather proficient Sith Knight and his genetic makeup could prove to be an asset if we were able to replicate it. We request that he be cloned in as little time as possible. There have been recent developments that have made it necessary for us to accelerate our timetable.”

“Moff Onimak, are you unfamiliar with Project Rebirth?” Unsu asks, his black eyes narrowing in quizzical suspicion.

“Um,” Dex stammers. “Of course I am, I was just unaware you had high enough clearance to know of it.”

His suspicion growing, the gaunt administrator replies, “I indeed do Moff, I am the head of special projects, however I believe I will need to see your official orders before I can discuss more. Procedure sir, you understand.”

“Certainly I have them here,” Dex says, reaching for his concealed blaster. “Does everyone else in this room with the exception of myself, my associate and yourself administrator has the appropriate level of clearance?”

“Absolutely Moff, my chief of security is privy to as much information as myself to a fault. The droids are routinely wiped of their memory as well. You are in good company here sir.”

With a nod between Xol and Dex, the Master Jedi devotes a large portion of channelled Force power toward a Jedi mindtrick. With a wave of his clawed hand he states, “Your clearance checks out, please allow me to show you Project Rebirth.”

In a hypnotized daze, Unsu and his security detail repeat Xol’s words exactly and lead them further into the facility. The confused protocol droid, seeing the subterfuge attempts to alert the administrator but with a quick arc of electricity shot at him from the Yautja fingers while Unsu’s back is turned, the droid shorts out and collapses to the floor. The Kaminoan and his guard hearing the clank of metal against the ground turn sharply to see what has happened. In response Xol exclaims, “Apologies administrator, but it appears your droid has had a malfunction of some kind. I would be happy to assist but I unfortunately am not very gifted mechanically.”

“Don’t trouble yourself knight,” Unsu replies. “These contraptions are constantly requiring servicing. I will send maintenance to attend to it. Please come this way.”

With a gesture of invitation, Dex and Xol follow their host into a much more secluded area of the facility. Heavily armed guards patrol the halls and complex genetically coded locks are at every doorway. After proceeding through a labyrinth of secure doors, the group takes a lift that descends to the base of the complex, below the water line of Tipoca city. Upon exiting the group steps into a well lit laboratory. Kaminoan science personnel trace back and forth around a large suspended transparisteel tank. Inside the murky, green slurry, a figure can be seen. Its large mass shrouded in the dark liquid.

“Unsu, what is in that tank?” Dex asks puzzled by what he sees.

“That Moff, is the latest test subject for Project Rebirth, regrettably, his genetic samples were unstable and his vital functions failed. He was near adulthood too. Very sad turn of events, I must say.”

“Yes, very sad. What exactly is he?” Dex asks, feigning sympathy.

“Oh, he was very special, one of a kind you might say,” Unsu says, his voice growing inexplicably sinister. “In order to try again we will require a much more pure sample to work with. We should have it within a day or so. Would you like to see the subject?”

Their curiosity piqued, Dex responds, “Absolutely administrator, please humour me.”

With a press of a switch, the tanks internal lighting flickers before turning on fully. The green liquid seems to have been some sort of biological matter, not a true liquid. Inside, curled in a fetal position hooked up to numerous sensors and probes is a Yautja, a near perfect duplicate of Xol.

Shock and disgust wash over the Jedi as he realizes what he is looking at. In knowing that their ruse is over, he draws his lightsabers as Dex pulls his blaster from its holster. The lift behind them opens at this moment, containing ten security guards with weapons at the ready. Unsu laughs, standing before them, his own weapon drawn and pointed at the duo.

“You knew the whole time?” Dex asks in shock.

“Yes, of course I did, Moff Onimak!” Unsu says, attempting to restrain his laughter. “How idiotic do you think I am? Your pseudonym is my planet’s name backwards! Not to mention, I have worked here long enough to know what a clone of that Mandalorian Jango Fett, looks and sounds like and to top it all off, you used my code to gain access to this system. I received that code when I was appointed Moff of this sector. So if the Imperial Senate was going to send a Moff to Kamino, that would have been me!”

“Well, Unsu, you know of my abilities and I am sure you must be well informed of my Jedi counterparts as well. This will end badly for you if you do not allow us to leave.”

“Now, now, you old relic of the Republic,” the Kaminoan says condescendingly. “You know I cannot allow that to happen. Guards!”

With his order shouted, Unsu’s clone security personnel open fire on the pair, Xol deftly blocks and deflects several shots back into the troops near the elevator, while Dex standing at his back takes aim and shoots the blaster pistol from Unsu’s hand. The lanky Kaminoan clutches his scorched hand, a sneer of disdain scrawled across his pale, white face. With a swift and well executed high kick, Dex deals a knockout blow to Unsu, leaving him a crumpled heap on the floor of the lab. With his immediate threat neutralized he turns his attention to the security officers engaging Xol, especially their chief officer who came down with them and Unsu. Scientists scramble for cover as the fighting continues. Alarms begin to sound, activated by the blaster fire detected by sensors. Xol rushes the group of troopers, skillfully cutting at them with his weapons, the searing blades removing armoured limbs and rending weaponry in two as they glide through the air.

With Xol’s attention occupied by the troopers, Unsu’s chief security officer takes the opportunity to sight him in and take a fatal shot. With no other choice, Dex seeing his friend in peril, removes his helmet and hurls it at the chief. The collision of the helm against his opponents is enough to throw off the shot, preventing it from making a direct hit. Instead, it ricochets off an adjacent wall and punctures the armor of another guard. Angered, the chief turns his weapon toward Dex and begins to fire. Blasts clash and spark against Dex’s commando armor as he runs headlong toward his attacker. Some blasts penetrate sending a spray of blood from the exiting wounds. The pain is indescribable but Dex forges ahead, fueled by battle instinct bred into him in this very facility. Realizing that the commando is too close for another volley, the chief flips his weapon around and attempts to strike with the butt of the blaster rifle. The quick attack collides with the side of Dex’s head, sending a shockwave through his skull, cracking several teeth on his left side. A wad of saliva and blood exit the side of his face as his neck whips his head sideways. Though it was a strong strike he recovers quickly, closing into hand to hand with the chief. When the officer attempts to make a second melee attack with his weapon, Dex avoids it, grabs hold of his blaster with his left hand, and takes his right elbow across the faceplate of the chief’s helmet. The collision sends the officer reeling back a couple steps, loosening his hold on the weapon being tugged at by Dex. With the weapon still in his left hand, he notices that it has ammo still in it and with a flick of his arm, grabs the trigger of the blaster and fires. Bolts fly from the barrel and riddle the chief at point blank range. His body shot several times, the chief’s knees buckle and he falls down to the floor, taking one last breath as he descends.

Xol dispatching the last of the security guards stands amid a heap of armored bodies, tired and scorched by blaster fire. Dex, picks up the chiefs ARC helmet and begins limping toward his Yautja friend.

“I just can’t take you anywhere can I Xol?” Dex chuckles with a cough.

“It certainly does seem that way, old friend,” The Jedi responds, a smile hidden by his helmet. “Come now, there may be more and you are in dire need of medical attention.”

As the pair make their way to the elevator, its display reads that it is in motion and that the lift is coming toward them. With weapons at the ready, the duo stand to either side of the elevator’s doorway anticipating the worst.

With the sound of its arrival tone, the doors open. From inside a figure dressed in gold and black Mandalorian armor emerges. The soldier is shorter than Dex, ruling them out as another clone. On his shoulder painted in white, is a symbol of the Rebel Alliance.

“Jedi Master Xol, Commander Kamino, you must come with me at once if you want to escape here alive,” the figure states as he draws a sizable concussion rifle from his back. “But first things first.”

With a loud crackle, a single explosive shot collides with the suspended green tank, disintegrating it and its contents.

“Who are you stranger?” Xol says, a little shocked at the destruction of his duplicate.

“Someone that can tell you the truth about Project Rebirth and why you are important to its success Master Jedi. Now quickly, there isn’t much time."

TO BE CONTINUED…

STAR WARS/PREDATOR: MASTER XOL'S SAGA (PART ONE)

 

With Darth Vader defeated, the Galactic Empire has no Emperor and is struggling to stay unified.

Alliance sources indicate that the Imperial Senate led by Grand Moff Tarkin has assumed control until a new leader is chosen. Rumours have even surfaced that one already has.

The Rebellion’s exodus from Kaskyyyk and eventual reunification with their fleet outside the Yavin system was successful, making their next assault possible.

Their attack against the Imperial installations based on Yavin IV has been a beleaguered task, with so much opposition not only from elite troops but the disciplined acolytes of the Empire’s Sith Academy, it seems uncertain as to whether or not victory is possible.

Now fully healed of their injuries, Xol and Dex join the fight on the surface attempting to rout what remains of resistance and begin the task of bringing stability back to the galaxy…

Rain seems to stand still as Xol runs through the jungle, the drops hanging in the air before splashing against his helmet. His long strides and agile leaps through the forest allow him to swim through its tangled green web. Dex, trying to keep up, runs at full sprint, vaulting over fallen trees and rocks as he proceeds. The blaster rifle strapped to his back clacking against his armor as he runs.

“What is the rush, ya long legged Ronto?” Dex huffs between breaths.

“1165, you heard the comlink chatter, senior Imperial staff are surrounded and have taken refuge in an old temple east of our current position.” Xol replies hurriedly, impatience in his voice.

“I got that Xol, but, why in the name of a three tailed Twi’lek are we going so fast? They will still be there when we arrive, they’re holed up!”

“I do not want to allow them the chance for escape Dex, these old temples have countless secret passages and secrets I am sure even my Great Holocron is not aware of.”

Without another word said, the pair continues their hastened journey towards the temple. As they reach its base, the forest floor parts to reveal the awesome structure. The vine ravaged outer stone walls still lustrous after millennia of neglect. Ancient Sith language adorns the surface, listing off a long forgotten legacy of galactic conquerors that once lived here. The main entryway is blocked by crude barricades of rubble and battlefield wreckage. Rebel soldiers turn and salute Xol and Dex as they pass. Once they near the barricade a young, battle weary, female Alliance officer briskly walks toward the pair.

After a quick salute, she clears her throat nervously and begins speaking, “Jedi Master Xol. Commander Kamino. I am glad that you both are here. We have had some difficulty gaining entrance to the facility.”

“Have you sent a strike team in?” The robed Yautja inquires.

“I have tried, but they have Sith Knights with them sir, and have made short work of our teams. After the last assault, they barred the door from the inside.”

“Officer…” Xol begins.

“Lieutenant sir. Lieutenant Neela Davyn.” She interjects with an assertive tone.

“As I was saying, Lieutenant Davyn, there is a phrase Master Yoda once told me. Do or do not, there is no try. On that pearl of wisdom, it is my decision as the senior officer to attempt an entry myself with the assistance of Commander Kamino. We will enter the temple and flush out the enemy inside. Once secured, we will call for reinforcements to conduct a more thorough search of this installation and take into custody any Imperial officers they should come across. Their interrogation could yield invaluable details to aid us in our struggle. Is that understood Lieutenant?”

Her voice cracks with nervousness as she responds “Acknowledged, General, right away sir!”

Xol and his commando companion begin to walk toward the entrance as troops scramble to move their barricades out of their way. Once they are out of earshot of the other soldiers, Dex turns to Xol and asks, “Did you see the look on her face? I thought she was going to soil her fatigues when you set her straight.”

“DX, I wasn’t attempting to intimidate the young woman, she’s an officer and seemingly a strong willed one. All I wanted to do was offset some of her subconscious indecisiveness, we are at war and her inexperience or hesitation in judgment could result in her death or the death of others down the road. Your battle hardened instincts were given to you at birth and reinforced through training, most of the Alliance does not have that luxury and they regrettably will have to learn it through experience. This in war usually means someone’s demise or the demise of another.”

“I understand now big guy,” Dex responds, his voice low and apologetic. “I am sorry I failed to see what you were really trying to do.”

“Dex, do not feel the need to apologize,” Xol says, his hand resting on Dex’s shoulder. “It is my journey as a Jedi Master that has taught me to think this way about the universe and I do not expect you to reach the same conclusions overnight. You are a formidable combatant DX-1165 and a wise commander, I am certain there will come a time when you will teach me something about life.”

Nodding in agreement Dex responds, “Well I tried teaching you how to play Dejarik better but it seems that there are things even a Jedi will never truly master!”

The pair shares laughter as they climb the stairs to the main entryway. Its heavy stone door looms in front of them. Fear inspiring symbols of warning run along its edges. The surface is scorched by blaster fire in places and is pitted by small yield explosives in others. It would take a heavy volley of blaster fire to penetrate.

With a hand motion from Xol, Dex moves in close to the door. The commando reaches into his belt satchel and pulls out a thermal detonator. With a flick of its trigger, the grenade begins cycling its countdown. A nod toward the Yautja from Dex, signals his readiness. Receiving the signal, Xol begins to pry open the heavy doors with the Force. Slowly they part, their bulk grinding against the strain. Loud cracks and the whine of bending metal emanate from beyond the door. The objects the Empire has used to bar the door are giving way to the Jedi’s ability. Once the doors separate by a few feet, Dex quickly tosses the readied explosive inside, and runs from the opening.

Soon after, a thunderous boom sends dust and debris spewing from the narrow opening in the doorway. The screams of those just behind can be heard for just a moment before silence falls over the scene. Xol, feeling confident there is no immediate danger awaiting them now, resumes opening the doorway. Now with the enemy barricade destroyed, the doors slide with ease into their slots set in the stone walls.

The remaining smoke and dust from the explosion, pours out the open portal revealing the carnage left in the detonator’s wake. The bodies of Stormtroopers lie atop one another on either side of the entryway, pushed there by the force of the explosion. Stepping cautiously through the arch, Dex draws his rifle and scans the hall before signaling to Xol, he walks up from behind, unclipping his lightsabers and readying them in his hands.

The interior lighting of the temple has been updated. Blue industrial lights have been put in place of antiquated torch sconces. The pale blue illumination give a sense of cold foreboding as the pair makes their way down the first hallway. The end of the hall only leads to the right but, before they round the corner, Dex snaps his head out and quickly retracts it, attempting to assess if there is any danger lurking just around the bend. The commando motions to Xol that the way is clear and the two continue on their path further into the temple. Distant sounds of machinery and the echoing of voices comes from deep within, and stealthily the two warriors make their way through the passages, ever cautious of running into enemy resistance.

After nearly an hour of skulking from one corridor to another, the sounds they heard earlier become increasingly louder. They seem to emanate from beyond a small doorway at the base of a, long downward flight of stairs that is at the end of the hallway they are in. With a loud click, the sound of the door’s locks opening carries down the hall. Xol, hearing the sound, signals for Dex to take cover around a corner whilst the Yautja uses his abilities within the Force and cloaks himself from sight.

The plod of footsteps echo from the stairway and two Sith Knights emerge at the top, chatting as they walk, unaware of Xol or Dex’s presence.

“I wish we could get the heck out of this place already, I will feel much safer when we get back to Coruscant,” one says, his voice shaky.

“What are you worried about?” The second one says with his arm draped over his compatriot. “Those Rebels won’t be able to get through that door, you heard that explosion from earlier, they’re using their biggest ordnance and it will still take them a day to breach this facility. By then, we will be long gone with our cargo, having a drink at that bar with the flexible Zabrak dancer you like so much.”

“Yeah, you’re right nothing is going to…” The first one pauses before finishing his statement. “Do you feel that? I sense a disturbance.”

“I feel it too, from down the hall,” the second knight replies, firing up his lightsaber. “It’s strong but, you don’t think it’s the assassin do you?”

“That’s just Rebellion propaganda, Emperor Vader is on Coruscant in a secure location.” The first knight says, trying to assure his cohort. “Don’t buy into anything the enemy says.”

With the first knight now having his lightsaber ignited, the two Sith drench the hall in red light from the blades. They move slowly, ever watchful for the enemy.

“Now!” Xol yells as he uncloaks, firing up his lightsabers.

In a synchronized motion, Dex rolls into the hallway, blaster firing rapidly. Bolts race toward the knights, who skillfully deflect them to their sides. However, their focus diverted, Xol pushes them with the Force down the hall lifting them off their feet. The forceful impact against the far wall leaves both knights stunned, and defenseless. With one final push, the two Sith collide again with the wall with such ferocity that they are knocked unconscious.

“You spared them?” Dex asks.

“My Jedi teachings have shown me the importance of life, no matter what form it takes,” the Yautja replies.

“I get that Xol, but, usually when it comes to Imperials, you will kill them if they threaten you.”

“A valid observation Dex, but these two based on their conversation, know much of what goes on here, making it necessary to take them prisoner in this instance.”

“Got it,” Dex replies with a laugh. “You want to know where that flexible dancer works huh?”

Xol gives Dex a playful swat against his helmet before moving over to the knights and disarming them. Using his abilities, the Jedi dismantles their lightsabers and lays the components strewn across the floor. Taking the crystals to ensure the enemy weapons ineffectiveness he and Dex continue toward the downward stair. Fearing that the short scuffle in the hall may have alerted the occupants beyond the door to their presence, Xol uses his helmet’s HUD and attempts to see any heat signatures that may be there. His helmet does not reveal any discernable heat plumes or shapes from beyond the door. Not wanting to take any chances, he instructs Dex to step back as he plunges his lightsabers into the door. The rock pops from the energy and heat of the weapons, as Xol carves along the door’s edges. With a screech, the stone gives way in one solid piece and falls into the room with a crash. Xol leading, the pair enters the room, and is surprised to find it empty. Though judging by its condition, it had been recently hurriedly vacated.

The room is immense, easily the size of the Wayfarers hangar bay. It is adorned in a contradiction of items all around. High tech medical equipment and devices that seem to be stasis pods situated next to written scripture, stone tablets and antique ceramic jars. The pods transparisteel cases are open and bacta steam rolls out from them. The chamber is quite cold, a stark contrast to the climate of Yavin IV, which is why Xol could not see any of this equipment through the stone. A lone, deactivated, power droid set in the corner is all that remains of the Empire’s presence. As the two look around at the artifacts, Dex comes to a realization while inspecting one of the sarcophagi-like containers left open.

“Xol, these are Kaminoan!” he exclaims.

“Dex, there are hundreds of cloners in the employ of the Empire, how can you be sure?”

“No mistaking these Xol, just as my group was finishing up training on Kamino near the end of the war, the Kaminoans were experimenting with hyper-accelerated growth chambers, producing fully trained, fully grown troopers in less than a year. Scuttlebutt around the unit was that the project was scrapped due to complications with the stability of clone DNA.”

“You are certain these are those same cloning devices?”

“Absolutely certain, these were the future for our kind. The Republic was expected to make up for all of its losses in the war within ten years and bring peace to all systems.”

“A noble idea, but suppression in the guise of peacekeeping is still tyranny.”

Xol continues to rummage around the artifacts and pauses briefly as he picks up an urn. Its markings are near identical to the ones found throughout this temple. “Dex, I believe these are canopic jars. The Great Holocron speaks of these only briefly. They are akin to urns used by ancient Sith Lords during burial.”

“So what?” Dex laughs, “The Empire is cloning the dead?”

The Yautja Jedi, wanting to believe his friend’s suggestion is laughable, feels a sense of dread wash over him as if he once again was in the presence of the Dark Side’s manifestations.

“Whatever the Empire has planned 1165, we must report our findings to the Alliance as well as Master Yoda, perhaps they can shed some light on what sort of experiments might have been conducted here.”

“Whatever it is Xol, ol’ buddy, one way or another, I got a bad feeling about this.”

TO BE CONTINUED…