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<<1>> the Fighter
[This appears to be a supply manifest, with space to input a code.]
[This appears to be a supply manifest.]
[The scout's code deciphers the manifest.]
The scouts pinpointed Torwin Vehl inside Liah'starn. He was outside a heavily defended facility, not far from the weather machine.
I'm ready to face them when you are.
Great struggle is greater glory, Herald. Hunt beckons.
Into the heart of madness once more, eh? Let's get a move on.
Those scouts died getting this intel. Let's make it count.
Let's give them one.
The scouts noted the Imperials' defenses around it, too. Whatever that facility is, the Empire's ready to fight.
Oh no. Perhaps you can persuade them to surrender, master?
Affirmation: Perhaps we should educate the Imperials in proper deletion practices, master.
Alert. Unauthorized release of specimens. Deployment of emergency containment measures is recommended.
Alert. Detecting loose specimens in labs eight and twelve. Please activate emergency containment measures.
Alert. Specimens loose from containment levels two, four and five. Activate emergency containment measures.
Containment measures activated. Placing specimens in dormant state.
Staff prepped for extraction. Lab doors secured. Containment is complete.
[Cinematic showing the Trooper riding the bomb pod down to Bothawui Hub 1]
It's not just a hologram?
But the plague must have struck your people first.
Where did you hide them? In space? A nebula, perhaps?
Obviously, you've never tried to hold a galactic empire together.
There is a world. A place where the Shrouded One I crafted still slumbers. See, here are its stars, its hidden place.
Not helping, Sith.
I can't even imagine being blinded to the Force, let alone losing your whole civilization because of it.
Apparently, there was no word in Rakata for "redundancy measures."
Actually, Torwin's been uncharacteristically quiet; I can make some inquiries, in case he's planning something unsavory.
No, the Rakata mastered holocron technology; it has knowledge, personality. See his vestments? This was created in the last days of the Infinite Empire.
Hooray, I can help!
Shouldn't you be cheering Torwin on? Your Empire's been trying to destroy our Republic for generations, and this boy might actually do it.
We want victory, not a firestorm! If Torwin wakes the Shrouded Ones, they won't discriminate. We'll all go the way of the Rakata.
Haftan-Ke deliberates. Wait.
But I've been waiting. Just say that Judhu Faan is here--Haftan-Ke will have heard of me. Please!
What's your trouble with Haftan-Ke?
He's only asking for five minutes. I'm sure Haftan-Ke can spare the time.
Everyone else has to wait for the summit to start. You're not entitled to special treatment.
He's supposed to be representing the Voss for this summit, Master Jedi, and he's leaving a very poor impression.
No. You must wait.
There! If he won't listen to a Jedi, what chance do I have?
I'm here to fight for my people, Master Jedi, not sit about moping. Why not seek every advantage?
The Voss sent commandos to help liberate our system, the Eislomi system, from the Empire. It was a spectacular success.
You Jedi see how things work--give and take. Is there anything that might encourage the Voss to reconsider? Credits, perhaps
Major.
Hah! If I'm in charge, it's because these youth respect their elders all too much. Thank you for coming.
Hey there--fine work as always.
Watch for that Imperial heavy infantry while you're clearing those caches. They pack a punch.
Good luck. I'll stay in touch on your comm.
See you around.
Major. Welcome to the Bothan resistance. This is Chall Dol'skar, the man in charge of it all.
Once we start pelting the Imperials with their own artillery, I doubt they'll stick around long.
Hey--what, empty handed? You haven't already grabbed every missile, blaster, and pointy stick between here and Imperial HQ? You're losing your edge.
Hmm... guess this was the right assignment to take after all....
It's a pleasure to be here, sir. I wish it hadn't taken so long.
We understand. The Republic had to bide its time, wait for the right moment to strike--just as we have.
The battles fought here were some of the most pivotal engagements in the old war, weren't they? What was it like?
Yeah, you're happy, great. What's our next objective?
I'm sure Garza mentioned that our ultimate target is the Imperial headquarters in Liah'starn. The resistance will be our key to capturing it.
Before we can hit Liah'starn, we're going to need some heavy weapons for the Bothans to bring to the party.
The Empire has weapons caches hidden in farmsteads all over this area. We'll need to raid them all, but with your help... I think we can do it.
Taking weapons out of Imperial hands is always a good idea. Just tell me how Havoc can help.
What made the Imps start hiding weapons inside barns?
How old are these weapons? Can we be sure they're still in working order?
We've seen them check up on the caches sometimes, though they never saw us watching. I'm sure they'll do fine.
We can spare people for most of the caches, but a few are in areas patrolled by the Warlords.
Just tour the countryside, find the weapons caches, take down any Imperial heavy infantry you come across, and call in the resistance once the coast is clear.
Give me the locations, and I'll get you some fresh weapons.
You know, I've been in the market for a new rocket launcher myself....
If your people can't fight through a few Imps here, how do you expect to storm Liah'starn?
We'll be fine in large numbers, but we can't reveal our numbers yet. You can do this much more efficiently.
Here are the coordinates--feel free to take a moment to rest and resupply before you head out.
Bothawui is going to be free! After all these years, the Empire will finally be gone! Thank you!
Good job, Havoc. Now you need to get the blast doors open so we can get inside before more Imps show up. Hurry!
When I told my people what you were doing for them... just know that none of us will ever forget this.
I was sent here to help the Bothans, so that's what I'm going to do.
Nobody's built a statue of me yet--you could be the first!
What's our status? Are we clear to proceed?
Our approach to Liah'starn still looks pretty clear. The bulk of the Empire's forces are busy with the Republic's front-line attack group.
We can cut through the city streets and hit the HQ by surprise, but the defenses are too heavy for a guaranteed win--we'll need someone inside.
If you can find us a hole in their security, Havoc Squad can make sure the Imps don't put up too much of a fight.
Just once, I'd like it if the Imps would realize they're losing and just surrender.
All right, we both know you're going to send me to do some crazy thing or another. Just spit it out.
Some people would take it as a compliment, seeing how much faith everyone has in their abilities.
We start our attack on the Imperial HQ. They call for backup troops, who fly in on speeders from their outer camps.
Once you're inside with the captured speeder, you shut down the defenses while the Imps are still distracted. Resistance charges in, you raid the computers... all too easy.
The Imperials will never even know what hit them.
The resistance is going to have to stand up to some serious punishment for this to work. Can you handle this?
You keep making all of these plans--any plans for us once we win this?
Just don't take too long in there. The Imps will defend their HQ with everything they've got, and the resistance can't hold out forever.
Excuse me... you're the commander of Havoc Squad, aren't you?
Major, these are members of the resistance who'll be fighting on this mission. They wanted a chance to meet you before they set out.
Havoc Squad! I can hardly believe it. With your help, we can't fail!
Maybe you could say a few words, work up morale before the big assault. You know?
All right, people. You've been planning for this moment since the day the Empire set foot on your planet.
Listen up: These scumbags have been marching all over your planet for years. Now's your chance for payback!
You're going to go out there, and you're going to kill 'em!
You're going to kill every last one of them until there isn't a single Imp left! This is your planet--get out there and take it back!
I have a speeder to steal and a base to capture. Don't waste my time.
You and your troops worked toward this for years. You deserve the credit.
All the same, we couldn't have done it without you.
Where does the leader of the Bothan resistance go, now that the planet is free?
I don't know about you, but I'm ready for a vacation.
I'd say we've all earned one.
Had to see it with my own eyes. You really never fail to impress.
You're the one who put this all together. I just did my part.
If you had to list my other good qualities, where would you start?
I believe all of this hard work deserves some major celebration.
Now that your mission here is done, where do you go next?
Oh, humility, that's a big one.
Ugh.
SIS says they have a new assignment for me to move on to already, but I don't know where yet.
Major!
I'll let you two catch up. Come find me back at the resistance base by the shuttles before you go.
The footage was extraordinary. This is going to be the biggest hit in the history of the HoloNet!
I'm glad to hear you're getting the kind of material you need to make this work.
Now that we've finished the mission, is your work finished? Or will you still be following along?
I've been through a lot here, Rylo. Can we talk later?
Of course, of course.
I'm going to get back to the ship and start editing everything together for the first broadcast. I won't be recording anymore, so feel free to relax!
Hey. Glad you could stop by.
As usual, I've had a great time working with you. And, as usual, I'm already being called off for another assignment.
I'm going to go make sure we've got seats on the next shuttle.
I'll see that we're registered for the next available shuttle, sir.
Allow me to secure us passage on a top-of-the-line Republic shuttle, sir!
I'm gonna go get us a ride out of here. Don't do anything fun while I'm gone.
Yuun will secure us passage back to our own vessel.
Master, I will be most gratified to secure transportation for us to return to our own ship. I will return shortly!
Anticipation: I will... negotiate for seats aboard the next available shuttle, master. Excuse me!
You've been to Hoth, right? What do you think--should I risk it?
I'm flattered, but... Jorgan is my man.
Ah, well. For all that attitude, he'll definitely be someone you can rely on.
I'm flattered, Jonas, but I just don't feel that way.
Shame.
That's why you're the best.
Hmm. You really are good at everything.
All right, we'd better get a move on, or I won't be the only one who's late for work.
Don't hold your breath. I'm not interested.
Can't blame a man for having good taste, can you?
Before I go, let me give you a heads-up.
It's been a pleasure as always. And apparently I'm not the only one who was impressed.
Don't tell Garza I spoiled the surprise, but they're planning a big ceremony on the Chancellor's ship. And you're going to be the guest of honor.
Wow. I don't think I've ever been the guest of honor at anything before.
That's what happens when you keep doing amazing things.
I've never really enjoyed big formal events. Maybe I can skip it.
Don't get your hopes up. I promise, you've survived worse.
After everything I've managed to pull off here, I deserve it.
Won't get any argument from me.
Take care--I'll see you around.
Hey, there you are. Shuttle's waiting for us.
Hey. Shuttles are pretty slammed, but we've got a seat on the next one out. Could be a while.
Remind me to arrange shuttle hold-ups more often.
Speaking of... I guess we'd better head out. After you.
We'll have seats on the next available shuttle, but it could be some time.
I appreciate you asking, Elara, but I'm alright--really.
Good. Let's see that you stay that way, hmm?
I think a full examination might be in my best interests.
Hmph. You really are an awful patient....
I'm going to file an official commendation for the Bothan shuttle scheduling authority.
I suppose there are people waiting for us, aren't there. Shall we?
I've had plenty of close calls before, and I'm sure I'll have plenty more.
As long as you're alright, then. Shall we check on that shuttle?
Excuse me, Major? It's Rylo. I need to borrow your esteemed colleague for a moment--need to cross-check the image feed.
I've heard enough out of you.
I was only a youth myself when Republic troops fought to defend us in the last war... before the treaty gave Bothawui away. It's a pleasure to have you back.
Hmm. Bittersweet. Nothing so ugly should be so inspiring. But we stayed free until the Imperials forced the Treaty of Coruscant on everyone.
Until now, our activities have been covert--the Empire doesn't consider us a threat. They're much more focused on the Republic's invasion force.
So, while the Imps are busy fighting the Republic's finest, we'll slip a few hundred of our underestimated friends into Liah'starn and hit them where it hurts.
Take away command and coordination, and the rest is just cleanup. How do we start?
How are your people organized, Chall? What kind of experience and training do they have?
I don't know if it's wise to base our entire strategy around untrained irregulars.
Untrained? We've trained for this since the hour the Treaty of Coruscant was signed. But there are some preparations still to do.
So call in Supply Division and get it dropped. What's the problem?
Republic regulations allow the requisition of heavy armament for allied forces in circumstances like these. Shall I contact Supply Division?
Surely the Republic can deliver anything our noble allies need to smash their Imperial oppressors?
You've had all these years to prepare, and you didn't put any weapons aside?
Yuun must respectfully ask: If you knew the path before you, why did you not supply yourself before setting out?
I'm certain that if we file a request through the proper channels, we can have any items we require delivered by the Republic military.
Query: Why weren't these weapons stocked in advance? This revolution must have been planned for some time.
Hiding a few blasters is one thing. Hiding missiles and mortars is something else.
We'd hoped the military would deliver the goods, but they're busy getting their own people on the ground. Thankfully, Chall has a backup plan.
That was the original plan, but they're too busy getting troops on the ground. Luckily, Chall has a backup plan.
Standard procedure. After territory is secured, hidden weapon stockpiles are organized in case of future supply line issues.
Some kind of insurance against supply line cutoffs, we think. They do like to be prepared.
I'm confident the weapons will be in pristine condition. Standard procedure.
But if you take one now, what am I supposed to get you for your birthday?
Now, now, don't be greedy. You can get a rocket launcher anytime you want--for these guys, it's a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
Good luck.
We've spent most of our time in hiding, hurting the Empire in secret. Espionage and sabotage are Bothan specialties.
I know that stopping the destruction didn't seem like the right strategy to you, but... this was the right thing to do.
I guess that all depends on whether we can still make it into Imperial headquarters.
I shouldn't have tried to ignore the damage the Empire was doing.
The past is past. We have other worries now.
I'd say you're off to a good start.
I'm afraid statue-building may have to wait a while longer.
Most of our resistance troops are already in position. No sign of the Imperials realizing what we're up to yet.
Until now, the Republic's been playing diversion for the resistance. Now, we need the resistance to play diversion for Havoc Squad.
I wish I could say I'll move on to something simple. But I think we have a lot of work ahead of us still.
Eh, I was just winging it, to be honest. You actually know what you're doing.
I've heard some rumblings on that front, actually. I'll have to consult my contacts before I can give you any details, though.
It'd be even better if you'd meet me halfway from time to time.
I couldn't ask for a better partner.
I'm sure we'll need to do some follow-up interviews, but that can wait. For now, we're done!
Finally, a break. Let's get out of here while we can.
It will be interesting to see how the broadcasts turn out. Shall we move on, sir?
The Supreme Chancellor will be very pleased--as will anyone who rejoices to see liberty triumph over tyranny and evil! Let's proceed, sir!
Finally. Can we go now?
This path comes to its end, but others await. Yuun will follow.
Suggestion: We should take this opportunity to leave, before he asks us for more ridiculous footage.
Such a pleasant man! Shall we go, then, master?
The turrets are down! Everyone move in!
Great--you're inside. Your closest target is the control panel for the perimeter turrets. Shut them down so we can move in closer.
Looks like you've found your ride. Everyone in position?
Affirmative, we're going in! All forces--attack!
Emergency--headquarters under attack! All available personnel, return to base immediately!
It's a deal.
Sounds like a good title for your broadcast. "Why Imperials should always just surrender as soon as Havoc Squad shows up."
So if we capture one of the speeders, we can ride it in when the call goes out. Not bad.
The "false friend" maneuver. Our team captures one of the speeders and uses it to gain access when the call for help is made.
But we will capture one of the speeders first! When the cowards call for help, we ride in and deliver swift Republic justice instead!
And if we hijack one of the speeders, we'll have a free ticket in as soon as the Imps call for help.
And therein, the deception. We seize a speeder and let it carry us inside, unharmed, when the call for help is made.
Confirmation: We will appropriate one of these speeders and enter without challenge once the Imperials call for help.
...And Havoc Squad hijacks one of the speeders to get into the headquarters along with them. Very crafty.
We've been preparing for this fight for years. We're ready.
I'm keeping my calendar open.
We'll get everyone into position--contact me when you've captured one of the speeders, and we'll start the fun.
You've planned, you've trained, and you've waited for the right time to strike back.
The time is now! Don't let the Empire stay a single day longer--get out there and fight for your freedom!
But no blasted treaty was going to make us a part of the Empire, not truly. And that's why we're all here.
But we've always known the day for open battle would come. We've trained, we've organized--now, we just need the right supplies to begin.
They're an Imperial heavy infantry platoon--very nasty customers. That's where you come in.
Evidently, I won't get a chance to make good on all my charms until the entire galaxy is at peace. That shouldn't take too long, right?
You're here, I'm here... I say we make the galaxy wait on us, for once.
I don't know. The last agent who was late for an assignment ended up transferred to Hoth.
If that happens, I'll launch the fastest rescue mission you've ever seen.
Who would you rather disappoint: some SIS desk jockey, or the commander of Havoc Squad?
Well, when you put it that way....
Hoth isn't worth it. You'd better go.
Maybe next time.
I guess it couldn't hurt to take a breather, though, huh? Feels like we've been running since the minute we landed.
Or "impacted." Riding in a hallowed-out bomb... just when I think I've seen it all, you find a whole new way to impress.
That was definitely a contender for "most exciting thing I did on Bothawui." But the competition's still open....
I do love a challenge.
That was not my first choice of plans. I can think of better ways to get my thrills.
Me, too.
When did you say we could get our ride out of here again?
Dispatcher wouldn't give me a solid answer. Guess it couldn't hurt to check again. After you.
I'm glad we have a moment in private, actually. I've been waiting for an opportunity to check on you.
Back at the supply cache, surviving that air strike was a very close call. That sort of thing could leave anyone feeling a bit shaken.
You weren't exactly what I was expecting. But that doesn't change what you've done for us.
Count me in.
The doors are opening! Go, go!
Great work, Havoc! We'll start clearing this place out--hurry and get the data on all of the hidden Imperial bunkers from the command center!
We can--and now it's more important than ever that we do.
We are--but the stakes have gone up.
Firefall was just the beginning. The Imperials are digging in and prepping for long-term guerrilla campaigns all over the planet.
They have hidden bunkers and plenty more hidden weapons caches like the ones we raided earlier. They could drag the fighting out for months... even years.
We're not going to let the Imperials do any more damage here--I promise.
With your help, I believe we can finish our mission and stop the Imperials before it's too late.
Sounds like the Imperials picked up a few things after all those years fighting the Balmorrans.
Which just makes our mission that much more important--we need to flush them out before it's too late.
Have our plans changed? Are we still headed for Liah'starn?
Our plans haven't changed--they're just more important than ever, now.
The Liah'starn headquarters is the center of Imperial communications. Taking it will still cut the Imps off, but that's not all.
The data inside the headquarters' computers can pinpoint every hidden Imperial bunker on Bothawui. Our troops could raid them all and end this in a matter of hours.
If the coordinates are precise, the fleet could bombard them all at once.
I wouldn't mind that one bit.
I never get tired of paying unexpected visits to our friends in the Empire.
Then this raid on the headquarters should make your day.
If taking this place can win us the whole planet, what are we standing around here for?
To review the plan, if you'll let me.
Oh, my. We're going to try to... acquire one of these speeders and fly it into the complex, aren't we?
Will we have forces on standby to deal with all of the Empire's hideouts?
I'll have infantry and fleet contacts standing by.
They want to drag the fight for Bothawui out for months, even years. Which bumps up our raid on the Imperial HQ in Liah'starn from "important" to "absolutely critical".
We'll cut off their communications like we'd always planned--but the HQ's computers have all the data our forces need to pinpoint and neutralize every Imperial hideout on Bothawui.
With that data, we could raid every
Corporal Frisk? Master Sumalee says you can decrypt this datapad.
Oh! It's... you're... you saved my life! On Corellia! I never got to thank you.
This is the only safe zone. Once you step outside the perimeter, keep your head down.
You have the coordinates to the grain complex. If you want to stop those people from leaving, you'd better hurry.
That planet was one giant pile of crazy. Refresh my memory--how'd we meet?
I was pinned down outside an Imp-controlled bunker. My whole squad was down. The Imps were pressing forward to finish us.
Suddenly, you came running by and blasted those Imps. Never seen anyone move that fast.
And then... you just kept running. Like it was no big deal.
Randomly shooting Imperials is one of my trademark moves. Glad you enjoyed the show.
I'll never forget it. Can't believe I'm actually getting a chance to repay you.
No offense, but it sounds like I was just defending myself. I didn't even know you were there.
Well... you still saved my life.
That's weird. Normally I steal everything I can. Must have been in a hurry that day.
Right. So... that datapad?
Maybe it's our lucky day. Once I've finished business here, I'll be looking for some R & R.
Heh....
Glad I could help. I love rescuing people who turn out to be useful.
I had no idea you were working with Master Sumalee. Small galaxy!
I've saved lots of people. You want to repay me? Get cracking.
Oh. Uh, sure thing....
Hmm... redundant reversal matrix code interwoven with a fifth degree cipher. I've never let those beat me before, and I'm not about to start!
Beat my old record! Opening data files... yes! They're at a giant grain storage complex deep inside that city up there. It's, uh, covered in enemy forces.
I assumed shooting our favorite target dummies would be part of the deal. Where am I headed, Corporal?
You see anything in there about an "Operation Toxic Payback"? Not that you should be panicking or anything.
Nothing about that, but I get the feeling this complex is storing something besides grain.
All I need is a regiment of troops and some air support. The Republic owes me.
I'll ask, but we're up to our necks right now.
Coordinates deciphered and uploaded. According to this, they're leaving that complex... immediately! If you want these people, you'd better hurry!
You've got a real fight waiting for you. I'll update Master Sumalee when her shuttle gets here. Good luck!
I'm on a mission of vengeance / My master has spared no expense!
Systems failing... I'm shutting down... / If I had a face... I would frown....
Give up now, for your struggles are futile / Please don't make me get even more brutal!
Where did you learn to fight, you nincompoop? / When I'm done, they'll clean you up with a scoop!
It's time for me to roll out my big guns / The kind that can shake station foundations!
There's nothing I love more than a good fight! / But that doesn't mean I won't be polite!
TREEK: It sings! This droid knows how to celebrate a victory!
[You use your intercom to gather your shipmates and report to Commander Niccos.]
[You have now completed Bothawui.]
Anything you can do about those beast lures would be appreciated.
We're still fielding reports of those beasts, Master Jedi; but, the generator is no longer a threat. You even rescued my lieutenant.
Just one thing: How did you deal with that woman?
I'll keep the heat on the SIS for information; you take care of the Nar'less Bunker.
Can you get me the comm intercept log? --Thank you. You're here just in time, Master Jedi.
Master Jedi! Good, I had a gap in my schedule... I'm Commander Niccos, overseeing the Bothawui liberation efforts.
It'll take more than fire to drive us off Bothawui.
I was told a member of the Jedi Council was about to arrive; it's truly an honor to meet you.
I'm at your disposal, of course. But we're stretched; Bothawui has been under Imperial occupation for a long time, and the Imps aren't leaving quietly.
Your arrival was posted. I've read your strategic briefings; inspired work, I've used several of your ideas myself.
My focus isn't Bothawui's liberation. I have to find a Bothan named Zah'lis.
Zah'lis. Hmm... let my staff run some checks. I can give you our standard briefing in the meantime.
So, the Bothans are helping you fight back.
If the Empire razes Bothawui to the ground, we're looking at starvation across this entire sector.
We had Voss commandos on loan to us, but I hear they might be sent home; it's all very political.
I'd like a briefing on the ground situation first, Commander.
By my understanding, the Empire isn't quite the power it once was. The Imperials are on the run.
Bothawui's a valuable agricultural world, feeding millions of people. It was ceded to the Empire in the Treaty of Coruscant.
Now we've driven the Imperials into retreat, but they're taking Bothawui with them. The Empire's burning the fields and murdering the Bothan resistance fighters.
The Imperials have decided that if they can't have Bothawui, nobody will. Next they'll be smashing their own fleets out of spite.
They're running on Bothawui, all right, and throwing firebombs as they go.
We have some support from Voss commandos--very talented people--but it's an uphill struggle.
The Bothans have been quietly undermining the Imperials for years. Some sabotage here, a little grain theft there....
Good for them.
I'm looking for information on a Bothan called Zah'lis.
But that's our concern, not yours. What can I help you with?
Even if he's not the Zah'lis I'm looking for, he might know who is.
But you were asking about someone called Zah'lis, weren't you?
He might be the one. If so, Zah'lis and I have very urgent matters to discuss.
Master Jedi, right now, every Bothan is a target.
Let me see what we have.
If he's still alive, he isn't safe. I have... information that Dray Zah'lis might be a target for the Sith.
Fire, and disaster. Perhaps an echo of your sight, Herald.
Apparently, Zah'lis is at the Ser'feya Farmstead, out in the hills.
That farmstead was a safe house, but it was hit by an Imperial droid pod. Hostiles everywhere, like spiders from an eggcase. Dray Zah'lis is supervising the rescue of civilians.
We can only hope.
Send word to Zah'lis that I'm coming. I'll put a dent in those Imperial droids along the way.
What's a droid pod? Some new Imperial tactic?
It sounds like the resistance has their hands full. But, I need to speak to Zah'lis before I do anything else.
We all have our missions.
War droids are cheap. The Imperials pack them into a pod, fire them into suburban areas from orbit.... Hundreds die before we can respond.
Tread lightly. The Imperial forces on Bothawui are desperate, and those droids can overwhelm a walker. The death of a Jedi Master would be a major victory.
I'm afraid it's not pretty.
Those reports I mentioned are multiplying like gizka. Our scouts are talking about beasts with bizarre powers, roaming the countryside.
These creatures aren't naturally Force sensitive. Someone did this to them deliberately, and I believe a Sith is responsible.
Is there some pattern to the reports? That could tell us where these beasts are coming from.
These creatures are dangerous and unpredictable; keep your men out of the way, and I'll deal with this.
I hope you'll be able to make a difference.
Sadly no, they're scattered all over the place.
Why doesn't it surprise me that the Sith are making things worse?
We've got Dray Zah'lis somewhere quiet, until those Jedi arrive. I still can't believe what he did. This whole planet's gone mad.
I had the SIS start looking into this Torwin Vehl you mentioned. I'm expecting the report soon. Who is he?
This is Lieutenant Kaley at the Nar'less Bunker, requesting immediate assistance!
Commander, we're being overrun by... they look like animals, but they're tearing my men apart. There's Imperial commandos backing them up. Please, sir, we can't--
Those beasts reached Kaley's position? Blast! If the Imperials get control of the Nar'less Bunker, we're finished!
What exactly is this bunker? And how is getting control of it going to help the Empire?
I've come across mentions of the Nar'less Bunker in tactical manuals, and Jedi histories.
Commander, I feel for your men, but you must focus. Finding Torwin Vehl is a matter of life or death for the entire galaxy.
Maybe this is a chance for you to learn more.
Agreed. Perhaps the Imperials' interest in the Nar'less Bunker will shed some light on the purpose of these beasts.
Right. Master Belth Allusis fought his last stand there, during the first Battle of Bothawui.
The Nar'less Bunker was a shield generator facility during the last war. The bunker's generator is chemically powered--pretty unstable.
If the Imperials destroy the generator, it'll release toxic vapor over hundreds of kilometers. Can you help? If those beasts are there, it's your investigation, your responsibility.
That's true. But investigation or not, stopping this explosion--and those creatures--seems like a worthy endeavor. I'll head to the bunker.
Protecting Bothawui is your job--I'm only here for answers. This bunker had better not be a waste of time.
Hmph, is great shame. To track such prey would be worthy hunting.
Because you possess basic pattern recognition?
Yeah, that one's kind of a no-brainer.
We usually do.
You have two Jedi on your side, Commander, I'm sure we can help.
Suggestion: If we allowed these beasts to attack a major population center, we could extrapolate from there.
I can coordinate from here. And breathe down the SIS's neck, so we get you that report as soon as possible.
Good luck. I hope Kaley can hold out a little longer.
I wish you'd listened to me. I lost a squad securing those Imperial prisoners, another in an ambush....
I cannot control the actions or morals of the Empire, only my own. I stand by my decision.
That's unfortunate, but how many Imperials were you able to capture?
The situation at the bunker is over, and so is this discussion.
The Imperials are getting cozy in the Nar'less Bunker. The gas will take them before they know what's happening.
I never turn down an opportunity to strike at the Empire.
It's unfortunate, but the Empire isn't leaving us any other choice.
One crisis is averted, but we still have these creatures and their creator to deal with.
When we were leaving the bunker, some woman in a mask kept following us. Looked like a Sith; I thought she might be a scout.
When I was at the Ser'feya Farmstead, I saw a woman matching that description.
So long as this woman stays out of my way, I don't care who she is. Only Torwin Vehl matters.
With those fumes from the generator swirling about, you could have seen anything. Masked women, bright purple banthas....
I'd take that over having some Sith in the corner of my eye.
And I managed to get you that SIS report I promised.
Apparently, Torwin Vehl is no Sith Lord; he's not even an apprentice. He was involved in some local Imperial excavations, but nothing else.
I... maybe a hundred and fifty. They were weak from the gas; their faces were... anyway, mission accomplished.
Forget them, Master Jedi; it's a better death than they deserve.
So maybe she was looking for you? What's going on around here?
Speaking of Sith, the SIS sent a report on the one you were looking for, Torwin Vehl.
Seems soft thing. But, krayt dragon begins as egg.
As galaxy-destroying menaces go, I've seen worse.
Doesn't look threatening. Bad sign in a Sith.
Whoa, wait. That's the Sith you saw? He's just a kid.
That's Torwin Vehl? He looks younger than me.
He seems like a pleasant young man.
Tactical: Deleting a troublemaker of this stature should not be difficult, master.
What is the Empire excavating on Bothawui? Something from the last war?
It's almost impossible for a Sith to survive without a strong master, or political power. Yet Torwin Vehl has neither.
Regardless, Commander, if my... sources are correct, you may be looking at one of the most dangerous people in the galaxy.
I have trouble believing that. But, I'm not paid for what I believe.
SIS visited the site, but there was only a crater. Whatever the Imperials discovered, they shipped it away.
That's more your department than mine, Master Jedi.
Maybe he has family connections. Or his powers make him a special case.
Looks like your best bet would be Dray Zah'lis. He's down as being a senior member of the Bothan resistance.
Are you talking about Dray Zah'lis? He's a senior member of the Bothan resistance.
Zah'lis said he's a Sith. I believe Torwin's extremely powerful, and a threat to the entire galaxy.
Those creatures we've been seeing? I believe he's the one who made them.
I shouldn't discuss it until I've learned more.
Your investigation, Master Jedi, your rules.
Maybe I should put a rush on that SIS report.
You have devoured toxic explosions before, Herald; recall Taris and Junction?
Besides, you've faced toxic annihilation before. Remember the Junction on Taris?
That "beast-lure" you found at the bunker got me thinking. Our defense satellites pinpointed several more, on the flooded plains nearby.
While we were focused on that area, we got a sighting. Torwin Vehl is there, Master Jedi. Or he was, less than an hour ago.
That's everything I need. You and your people have done well, Commander; thank you.
What was in the satellite footage? Do we know why Torwin was there?
I can't waste any more time. This is my best chance to catch him.
Just doing our job. Besides, if you hadn't saved that generator, and my men, we'd never have found the lure.
We lost sight of Torwin when he went into a flooded homestead. The area's infested with those beasts, gorging themselves on the lures.
He was showing the Imps where to set those lures. He didn't seem to be in charge, though.
If you can destroy the lures before you reach Torwin, you'd keep a horde of those things off our flank. But please, be careful.
Dray Zah'lis is in the brig awaiting sentencing; I still can't believe he attacked you. More insanity for the pile.
TREEK: I fought his kind on Nar Shaddaa. This is an Iktotchi. Legends say they see the future, sometimes.
Straight to us, just like he said. Attack!
Havoc Squad to General Garza. Ready for mission briefing.
Acknowledged, Major. As we discussed earlier, your team will be part of a joint task force working to liberate Bothawui from Imperial forces.
Correct. Your assignment is to work with local resistance forces to capture the Empire's strategic headquarters, located in the city of Liah'starn.
You'll be assisted by an SIS agent code-named "Graybeard," who's already made contact with the Bothan resistance. He'll help you ready them for the assault on Liah'starn.
What can you tell me about the Bothans? I don't know much about them.
Do the Bothan forces have what it takes to keep up?
They haven't engaged in open combat operations for some time, but I think you'll still find them quite motivated.
That's an odd code name. What else do we know about this person?
Your first objective is to neutralize an Imperial command bunker that oversees infantry patrols and anti-aircraft systems in territories approaching Liah'starn.
Given the bunker's heavy defenses, getting you into position for the assault will be difficult. The pilots of Dagger Wing will be assisting with your deployment.
It will be a pleasure to finally see the Daggers at work.
I haven't heard from the Daggers since Belsavis. Have they been fully reinstated?
Officially, no, but their roles and responsibilities are largely the same as before their imprisonment. Conrad Gall continues to lead them expertly.
Yes--they were all reinstated with formal apologies. Tobin Harlan has adapted to his role as commander, though there were some initial difficulties.
Dagger Wing isn't necessary--I've got my own ship and plenty of good soldiers.
Your ship isn't nimble enough to evade the bunker's defenses--Dagger Wing's fighters are.
Your SIS contact will be monitoring the bunker's comm traffic--once you've seized the command center, use the holoterminal inside to signal him.
The reporter... I think we're finished here. Dagger Wing's officers will be waiting to discuss your assault on the bunker. Good luck--Garza out.
The Chancellor has made this a priority, so it's our job to see it through.
I disagree--I think it's the duty of every soldier to reflect the best ideals of the Republic.
Have to be honest--I'm with the general on this one. That reporter is going to be nothing but trouble.
Agreed. If done well, this could really inspire people.
I guess it's happening no matter what, so we might as well get used to it. I'll bring the guy aboard.
We didn't get much choice in participating in the Chancellor's plan, but I'd still like to hear everyone's thoughts on it.
You two are nuts. Maybe you like having every move you make recorded, but I prefer a bit of privacy.
Public relations are not our responsibility.
Major, great to see you again!
I can't tell you how excited I am about this project--the audience is going to be completely amazed. The true stories of Havoc Squad!
Glad to have you, Rylo. Make yourself comfortable, and let us know if you need help or any special equipment.
Oh, no need to worry about me. I'm used to working on the run.
Since you're going to be working with me and my crew, I'd like to know more about you.
Me? I'm nothing special. City kid from Coruscant, always loved the news, always loved hearing people's stories.
I want to make this clear, Rylo: The missions come first. If you interfere in any way, we're going to have a problem.
Of course! I'm here to document, not to participate. You don't have to worry about a thing.
Nothing, frankly. I've been assured that the agent in question is one of their best. We'll know soon enough.
Fur-coated bipeds, and longtime members of the Republic. Their resistance has focused on sabotage and espionage rather than open conflict.
You obviously made an impression on them on Belsavis--they volunteered for this operation with no hesitation.
As my own operations have proven, increased morale can significantly enhance military effectiveness. This is a superb opportunity!
This is a fantastic opportunity! We will inspire our allies and strike fear into our enemies simultaneously!
Yuun concurs. The transmission waves of Rylo Kann's broadcasts flow prosperously.
Assessment: Notoriety can have a useful psychological effect on organic targets. But documenting our capabilities only assists our enemies.
Nonsense. The benefits far outweigh the risks. Done tastefully, I think this could be very educational for the public.
Thanks for speaking your minds, people. Let's bring him in.
It's a real privilege, you know? I get to see and hear so much, and then share it with the whole galaxy.
But hey--you've got a giant Imperial bunker to assault, and I need to get set up so I can record every minute of it. Go ahead, I'll be fine!
I'll be all set up in just a few minutes--go on with your work! I have a feeling this bunker assault is going to be a real crowd-pleaser.
Havoc to General Garza. Mission complete.
So I've heard. The Chancellor and I are both very impressed--the liberation of Bothawui was handled flawlessly.
Chancellor Saresh is preparing a special victory ceremony aboard her flagship as we speak. You've been invited as a guest of honor.
It will be an honor to attend and represent Special Forces at the ceremony.
Will there be food at this thing? Drinks? Anything fun at all?
Does a guest of honor have any choice about being a guest or not?
No, I'm afraid not.
Congratulations again, Major. Come to the Resolute as soon as you're able. Garza out.
A party thrown by the most boring people in the Republic isn't really a party.
It's not every day you get invited to an official ceremony with the Supreme Chancellor.
Garza said I was invited; she didn't say anything about bringing you along.
Those boring people are also busy--maybe it will be short. Let's go.
I'm very sorry to interrupt, master, but Rylo Kann has arrived. He requests permission to come aboard.
The Navy reports that all Imperial bunkers have been neutralized--all without a single Republic casualty. Truly excellent work.
Perhaps after the ceremony. It's not the kind of thing I'd be told about.
That's fine by me.
Pipe down, no one asked you.
Your opinion is noted.
Hah. I doubt the rest of us are lucky enough to get out that easy.
Good thing you don't speak for anyone, huh?
"The rest of us" will be honored to attend.
Homeworld of the Bothans. Planet's a big-time farming center, and it's on a strategic hyperlane. Several battles over it in the last war.
A major agricultural center, if memory serves. Homeworld of the Bothan people, and site of several major battles before the Treaty of Coruscant.
Our troops have already raided almost all of the remaining Imperial bunkers, and captured thousands of enemy prisoners.
Given the success of the operation, I take it that Rylo Kann didn't interfere in your duties more than necessary?
Rylo was very professional the whole time. No trouble at all.
Rylo interrupted me a few times, but it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.
Rylo repeatedly interrupted my missions to ask stupid questions and make pointless recordings.
Nothing less than expected, then. Fortunately, documenting Bothawui was the extent of his contract.
In any case, you've given the Republic an incredible victory to celebrate, and the Chancellor all the publicity she could ask for.
Good. The less interruptions we have, the better.
I'm glad you were able to keep the situation under control. Having a reporter along could've been disastrous.
Guest of honor at the Chancellor's special party--quite an accomplishment.
We're prepared to depart on your command, sir.
Ship's ready whenever you are, sir.
Navicomputer's loaded and ready, sir.
Coordinates are loaded, sir.
Ion cannons engaged, Zujen.
Missiles away, Captain.
Armageddon Battalion is ready to launch our assault.
If you find Master Gnost-Dural, shoot to stun. I want him alive.
Is Zujen Vale with you, Captain?
Unleash your men and destroy Apex Station.
Multiple impacts confirmed, my lord. Massive casualties at Apex Station. Gnost-Dural's defenses are neutralized.
He's briefing my men on the station's weak points, raring for bloodshed.
If the Jedi survived the barrage, I will personally hold him until you arrive.
Bull's-eye, my lord! Republic comms are offline, and security's scrambled.
Apex Station is ours for the taking.
Unleash Armageddon Battalion, and raze Gnost-Dural's base to the ground.
Unleash the full extent of your power, and devastate Gnost-Dural's forces. I am counting on you, Zujen.
Mark my words: Our triumph will be impeccable.
Join us on the battlefield, my lord. Together we'll crush the enemies of the Emperor!
Armageddon charges, my lord. Meet us in battle, and lead us to glory!
Gladly.
I'll hit them with everything I've got.
I demand perfection, Zujen. A blunder will prove costly for the Voice--and fatal for you.
Unleash everything you've learned in my service, and destroy Gnost-Dural's forces. Make me proud.
I'll put on a show just for you.
Not now!
Take me back to your base. I'm not afraid of you people.
Ow! Who are you?
Let's just say I outrank and outclass you.
Ha! Womps are above rank and class. We're above everything.
Maybe you should've asked nicely instead of finding out the hard way.
You think you're winning? You don't even know what game we're playing.
I've been asking you people that since Port Nowhere, and I still haven't heard an answer I like.
Agh! If I had my blaster, I'd... beat you with it! Because... I'm out of ammo.
If you want something done right....
I'm sorry, Narnish. I can't let that scum get away. Drop us out of hyperspace. Lock weapons on their coordinates.
Here it comes... the space mansion....
Get a nice, long look at my superdreadnought, Captain. Let me show you how I settle a score with it. All cannons, fire!
Master, I survived an orbital bombardment! My manufacturer will be so pleased!
Analysis: We appear to have inexplicably survived an orbital bombardment. Hooray, us.
Orbital bombardment. You can't fault his commitment to killing us.
Orbital bombardment. Now, you and Bowdaar have survived everything together!
You're my lucky charm. How else could I survive an orbital bombardment?
Did we just survive an orbital bombardment, or am I dead and hallucinating?
Congratulations, you finally made someone mad enough to orbitally bombard us. At least we survived.
How did you live through an orbital bombardment? Doesn't matter....
You didn't survive anything. We'll run out of air real quick. Womps always get the last laugh!
Since you're in the mood to gloat, tell me where your idiot relatives got a superdreadnought.
Wouldn't you like to know? Keep talking. Use up the air, and then I'll be rid of you.
Come here, farm boy. If we're going out, let's do it loving, not fighting.
All we need is privacy. Should I shoot him, or do you want to?
Hey!
If we only have a little air left, I say we use it up vigorously. How's that for a plan?
Like all your schemes, it's poorly thought-out and likely to end in violence. I'm in.
Doesn't seem fair, a Mandalorian dying of oxygen deprivation. Wanna wrestle instead?
Let me kill this idiot first....
We still have air and light. Might as well go out on a high note. Know any funny funeral songs?
There are fifteen humorous dirges in my databanks, Captain. Unfortunately, they all require fluency in Kaleesh.
Suggestion: I don't know any songs, master--but I can provide a few good limericks until you finally pass out.
Mandalorians only joke about good deaths. This one is... embarrassing.
Only for when good enemies die. Swill-for-brains doesn't deserve one.
You don't want to hear me sing, Captain. I accidentally started a war, once.
Not when it's my funeral!
Do I have to hear you sing, or am I allowed to shoot myself?
Can't believe I'm dying with a crazy person.
There's got to be some way out of this--and I'll last a lot longer if you're not wasting oxygen.
I can see that.
Sorry I'm late.
I figured you'd show up eventually. Thanks for the lift.
I see you've been making friends.
I love a woman who knows how to make an entrance.
Really? Not even ten seconds after suggesting our "vigorous" farewell?
Be careful, or you'll see one make an exit--right through you.
You just offered to wrestle me to the death. I still accept.
I'm sure the captain is simply overwhelmed with emotion at being rescued.
My entrances rely on explosives. I could demonstrate.
Careful, Captain. I can't save you from everything.
I was first in my class at the Jedi Temple.
Now you're just showing off.
Someone has to keep up with you.
Considering how many times I've saved your blasted Republic, you people still owe me.
Should I drop the rubble where it was and come back later?
I don't believe this! We had you! This isn't fair!
The vessel that bombarded this position--tell us what it was and where it went.
I'm not telling you anything--and you can't make me!
All I need is a locked room and two minutes.
When she uses the Force to scramble your brains, don't say I didn't warn you.
She can do that?
Boy, you're terrible at this game.
Ow! Are you just gonna stand there?
Possibly.
This isn't the place for an interrogation. Fire teams are coming to control the blaze and keep the toxic waste from detonating.
I'll escort him to our main base--meet us there. We'll get to the bottom of this, Captain.
Ugh! I don't want to see this!
What's the rush?
Come on!
Heh... it was everything I'd hoped.
I'm just sorry it has to end.
Havoc to Balkar--I'm retrieving the coordinates for all of the Empire's hidden bunkers.
The Imps have been busy, haven't they? There are hundreds of locations in here....
What's the call, Havoc--do we raid these bunkers with troops and maybe take some Imps alive, or just have the fleet vape them all from orbit?
We should try to take as many enemies alive as we can. Send in the troops.
Hey there, stranger.
Hmm. Definitely tougher-looking up close than you are over the holo.
The Empire has lost. Drop your weapon, and put your hands over your head.
Would that line work on you?
The holo doesn't exactly do you justice, either.
Must be why I've always liked face-to-face better.
You were looking forward to fighting me. Here I am.
It's my lucky day.
Thanks again for letting us pull those wounded troops out. They were pretty mangled, but they'll make it home.
How'd someone like you manage to take down General Rakton? Did you act all nice and catch him off guard, too?
There were thirty wounded soldiers stuck in that bunker you shelled. Y'know, in case you're one of those notches-on-the-blaster types.
But then, you'd have to be a pretty cold operator to take down General Rakton, wouldn't you?
That was one of the hardest fights of my life. General Rakton deserved his reputation.
You really are a rare breed, you know that?
A killer with a bit of respect... you ought to be running with the Mandalorians.
Rakton was overrated--beating him was easy.
Come on--we're about to kill each other! You can be honest.
Now, then. You took the first bunker, then I had you bombed, but then you had me shelled... so it's my turn again. Great!
Look, I have a job to do here, so unless you want to start running....
Work, work, work. Have it your way.
Copy, Havoc. Relaying the coordinates to infantry command now.
Tell the fleet to open fire--they don't stop until every last bunker is a crater, understood?
Understood. Relaying to the fleet now.
Target coordinates confirmed. Firing now.
The Bothans are the ones who've had to deal with these Imperials for years--it should be their choice.
Chall--what's it going to be?
Alive. Take as many of them alive as you can--the Bothan people deserve the chance to try them for their crimes.
Consider it done.
Coordinates received! We'll start mobilizing strike forces immediately!
Havoc, we'll meet you back at the speeder pads once this place is secured. Jonas out.
That's close enough.
Halt! Don't come any closer!
When you pick a new team, you don't get to give orders to the old one. Now keep quiet, will you?
Halt, Imperial scum! Your depraved subjugation of the proud citizens of Bothawui ends today!
Well, hello. All alone there, sweetheart?
You approach in hostility! Halt now, and keep your life!
If that's supposed to be talking, you can stop.
Sir! Sir! An Imperial officer! There!
Anticipation: Hostile organic approaching! Readying weapons!
Oh, shush, will you? The grown-ups are talking.
I tried, sir, but they're still mopping up Ulgo forces.
All right, then if we can't keep the Voss commandos, we might--One moment.
Sorry, Master Jedi, how rude of me. Altean, of the Great House of Estaria. I'm glad your Council sent someone; my father's life might hang on this summit.
I'm not just a representative of the Council, I'm their military liaison.
What does your father have to do with the Voss commando issue?
I've never been to Estaria. What's it like? Have you been affected by the war?
You're more fortunate than you thought. You're speaking directly to a member of the Council itself.
I'm afraid I don't know the protocol, but I'm honored to meet you. This situation's going from bad to worse.
Estaria's the capital of the Indrexu Sector: lots of old trading families, with vintage grudges. The Empire tried manipulation rather than invading.
If I may: Stand up to Haftan-Ke. He's created a lot of resentment, and he could use a lesson in protocol.
It was a pleasure speaking with you. But if it's alright, I should check on my father. Just in case.
Haftan-Ke seems to think I should already know all about "Voss-Ka" and "Gormak." How can anyone negotiate like this?
The Emperor's Voice is secure.
Well done, Wrath. Your success ensures the Emperor's return.
We also bore witness to your speech. The Empire's transformation does not concern the Emperor, but others may prove less tolerant.
Some fallout is to be expected from Imperial leadership.
You practically slapped the Dark Council in the face. They'll be too shocked to respond.
Anyone with half a brain will recognize the wisdom in your words.
Zujen Vale failed to report the details of your mission. Have you ended Master Gnost-Dural's crusade against the Emperor?
Your agent reported every detail of my mission, but not to you. He was in league with Master Gnost-Dural.
This is concerning news. Gnost-Dural's reach must extend further than we anticipated....
The Jedi Master continues his mission. He never even set foot on Ziost.
We have sensed nothing. Master Gnost-Dural operates beyond our view....
Your trusted Falleen agent worked with Gnost-Dural, and you had no idea. How could you be so blind to his treachery?
We will answer to the Emperor for this grievous oversight. Gnost-Dural's manipulations dig deeper than we anticipated....
A beacon pierces the void. The noose tightens!
The Jedi are here. Hurry, Wrath!
Contact lost, my lord. The fortress of the Emperor's Hand is under attack!
The Republic declares war against the Emperor! Arm yourselves and be ready to attack!
While we pursued the Voice, Master Gnost-Dural staged his assault against the Hand.
Smart move. But he didn't figure we'd survive Ziost to join the fight.
Gnost-Dural's going to be so excited to see us.
All systems primed for battle, my lord.
Without the Wrath as their shield, the Emperor's withered servants would be helpless.
If the Voice's capture would endanger the Emperor, the loss of the entire Hand would be....
Catastrophic. We get it. Time to move.
Sith clan readies to rampage!
Prepare to save the Emperor's Hand.
If you want to join our gang, you gotta survive the Inflictorator!
Master, it is possible I left something cooking aboard your vessel. Perhaps I should go check?
Paradox: My motion sensors detect nothing nearby, but my alertness matrix is running hot.
Hurry. I have a bad feeling about this.
My neck fur itches. Bad luck is near.
If anything's on the other side of that door, me and Mabel are ready.
This is usually the time when something terrible happens. I shouldn't have said that.
I don't like this. Where are the gang's reinforcements?
Light 'em up, Pertie! Let's see what these wermos are made of!
It's about time. Huntster, free the new recruits. They pass the test.
A party, for me? I love it! Fry those guys some more. That's entertainment.
Maybe we oughta just shoot him?
Frying your own gangsters? That's the classy behavior I've come to expect from the Womps. Why would you do that?
We only keep the toughest outlaws. We're gonna pillage our way across this galaxy. You could've been smart and joined, but no.
Big mistake, not killing me when you had the chance.
You don't get to die easy. Not after what you did to my sweet boy Rance.
He was Pertamunk's husband-to-be. You took him from her. Now she's taking things from you. Starting with your teeth.
Pertie, all the meet-up details are on this datapad. I don't want you missing the last shuttle because you got lost.
You sure we shouldn't have just killed her while she was out?
Not only are you a bunch of Bothan-eating, Republic-raiding lunatics, but you marry your own relatives? That explains so much.
We were seventh cousins! Who are you to judge?
Hang on, I just realized: Either you're twins, or somebody lost a bet. Which is it?
You and me are about to have some private time.
Congratulations. You idiots are going on the Republic's "most-wanted" list. Maybe I'll get them to pay me for wiping you out.
Tough talk from a wermo strapped to an Imperial "inflictorator." You're not going anywhere.
Huntster! We're not supposed to put that stuff in writing!
You've got a terrible memory. Besides, the datapad's encrypted. We need to be off this rock when Operation Toxic Payback goes off.
I'd love a bedtime story. How about "Operation Toxic Payback and the Last Shuttle." Will you do all the voices?
You're one of the nicest families I've ever met--psychotic behavior notwithstanding. Too bad none of you are leaving Bothawui.
You drop that datapad and run along, ugly. I'll catch up when I'm done with your sister.
Shut your mouth!
Don't take too long with this. C'mon, recruits! We're off to the space mansion!
Now it's just you and me. We're gonna have us some fun. Rance would've wanted that.
This is probably a good time to tell you that my outfit is lined with detonite.
You're lying.
That shock you just gave me almost set off these pants. Good thing it didn't--my gear could level this place.
I'm trying to imagine the look on your brother's face when he finds out we blew up together.
I'll cut that fancy gear right off you....
I don't know why you keep referring to Rance in the past tense. He's still alive.
Don't lie to me! Kashtinn and Greyetta saw what happened.
They didn't see the medical team that kolto'd your betrothed after I shot him. He's recovering at a field hospital.
Of course, when I turn up dead, the Republic will probably just execute him....
Wait! I... I'll let you go... but I'm keeping your friend until I get my sweet boy back. You go free Rance right now!
I've got some bad news for you, Pertie--Rance wasn't faithful. There was some Mirialan floozy with him in that farmhouse.
What? You blasted liar!
I'm just telling you what I saw. They seemed happy together--and who could blame them?
Why would Rance... why would any man.... want you when he could have a real woman?
Shut up! I'll take you apart the old-fashioned way!
Master, you will be pleased to know my personality matrix remains intact after that unexpected shutdown.
Request: Please permit me to ease my embarrassment at being deactivated, master. Deleting this hideous troublemaker should do the trick.
They hit us with heplara-3 nerve toxin--the same gas the Imperials used against my clan.
Only cowards fight with gas! This insult will not stand!
Last time I got knocked out that hard, it was Skavak. You look fresh-eyed, as usual. Figures.
Hey, we're not dead! Is that what hit us? Was it some sort of breath attack?
Nerve gas... I'll have a headache for days. On the bright side, not dead.
Master Sumalee, we found her. She's uninjured, and Camp Shatter is secured.
I had everything under control--but I appreciate the assist.
Master Sumalee, we found him. I repeat, we found him.
An army, for me? You really do care.
You're going to need their protection.
She sent them for me, darling.
Anything for you, Captain.
Typical Republic army--showing up after the party's over.
Guess what? The Womp Gang attacked your refueling depot and supply convoy. They're planning something nasty for Bothawui, too.
These criminals have declared war on the Republic. Whatever they're planning for Bothawui, we can't let it come to pass.
I was after that scum first, Jedi--and I'll have their heads no matter what happens to this lousy planet.
That doesn't mean we can't use each other.
What do you say, Master Jedi? Ready to team up with a living legend and save the galaxy?
How could I refuse such a generous offer?
I'm happy to pitch in, but my contract with the good people of Port Nowhere stands as-is. That money's all mine, got it?
I wouldn't dream of coming between you and your money.
The only chance I've got of catching these bad guys is locked on this datapad. I need a way to access it.
You wouldn't even know about these people if it wasn't for me. Let's settle on my fee before this goes any further.
You'll be rewarded for bringing the Womp Gang to justice. I've never met anyone with such a gift for capitalizing on conflict.
I'm on my way back to Bothawui. Head to the Republic's forward camp. Our best slicer--Corporal Frisk--will be expecting you. He'll decrypt that datapad.
We'll take care of the prisoner, Captain. Anything we need to know about her?
I had to hit her pretty hard. Have a medical droid check her over.
Throw her in the strongest prison you can find--preferably one with bad food.
Understood.
She's ready for burial.
Uh, right.
You'll want to take that encrypted datapad to our forward base. The fighting's bad up there--be careful.
Wait! I... I'll let you go... but I'm keeping your fancy droid until I get my sweet boy back. You free Rance right now!
Wait! I... I'll let you go. I can't live without my sweet boy. You go free Rance and bring him back here right now!
Get those boys to the meet-up. Kashtinn needs replacements. Those hits on that Republic refueling station at Enarc and the supply convoy over Farstine cost us muscle.
Bad enough you hit Port Nowhere. Attacking the Republic's a whole new level of stupid.
The only fool here is you. Shot up our gang, killed our blood... my sweet boy....
You knocked over those Republic marks? That took some asteroids. I'd be impressed, except that I hate you.
Feeling's mutual. We've got big plans--too bad you won't be around to see the Womps on top.
Us Womps are leaving a real nice present for all the scum-suckers here on our way out. You don't live happily ever after. The End.
I can see why Kashtinn hates you. Got a real big mouth.
I've got an encrypted datapad with info on the Womp Gang's rendezvous--and maybe something called "Operation Toxic Payback." Unfortunately, my prisoner isn't talking.
I'm doing... much better. Hope you found what you were looking for.
Yes, that's the location. Go and....
The datapad... remember, look for a supply manifest.
Master Jedi. Commander Niccos... the commander said to look out for you.
We... we found a position above Liah'starn. Got a sighting of Torwin Vehl... mission almost accomplished. Until the attack.
The location you wanted... on a datapad, back at our camp. Sergeant disguised it as a supply manifest. This code will decipher it.
The gas... I can't....
They got me some treatment for the... the... not sure if it's working....
I'm one of... one of the scouts he sent to follow Torwin Vehl's trail into Liah'starn. The only one left.
You don't look well. Are you sick?
Not sick. Poisoned.
What went wrong? Where's the rest of your team?
If that's the case, you'd better have news for me. Time is running out.
Beasts... swarmed our camp... soil devastators hung on them. Maddened. The devastators... spewed poison everywhere. I got away. The others... they....
The closer I get to Torwin Vehl, the greater the attempts to interfere. Sending in soil devastators seems to be our enemy's latest tactic.
We poisoned a lot of Imperial soldiers at the Nar'less Bunker. I wonder if this is a response.
Hmph. Imperials prey on softer things, because Herald's might is too great to face.
You're trying to save an entire galaxy, Jedi. Stay focused on that.
Just proves you were right.
Maybe it is retaliation. That still doesn't let the Empire off the hook.
We stopped evil at the Nar'less Bunker; we can make this right.
Who knows what an Imperial is thinking, master?
Strategy: I look forward to presenting our counterargument.
Soil devastators use mutagenic poisons; get yourself a countermeasure as soon as possible.
Will do. Can't let the Imps have the last laugh.
Those sacrifices will mean nothing if you don't complete your mission. Where's Torwin?
Please. The soil devastators... destroy them. Don't let anyone else... anyone else....
I can't waste time, but I'll try to see they're destroyed.
If I don't find Torwin Vehl in time, the deaths of your friends will only be the beginning. Billions are at risk.
I understand. Go and... and....
The devastators aren't important. Take care of yourself; I have work to do.
But you can't... can't just....
If you make it there, tell... tell Commander Niccos. Those beasts... we have to stop them....
An enemy in a mask, perhaps?
Is your masked prey perhaps, Herald.
Probably that Sith from before. It's too bad these fellows got caught in the middle.
One masked enemy in particular, I bet.
That masked Sith. She's been protecting Torwin this whole time, right?
Then perhaps we should keep our distance, master?
Extrapolation: If proximity to Torwin Vehl will result in further deletion of troublemakers, I heartily endorse your endeavor, master.
Zujen Vale will brief you.
Free your forces at once.
Join me when they've been freed. Zujen Vale will contact you with instructions.
Zujen, Armageddon Battalion is free. Brief Captain Phenter on my mission and tell him where to rally his troops.
Splendid, my lord. I'll bring him up to speed immediately.
Of course the droid would fawn over a Jedi. Have you come to preach? To make us give up our Voss commandos?
I won't force anything on anyone. There are two sides to this argument about the commandos, and I want to hear both.
Is there something I can do for you, Master--?
Do you greet everyone like this, or am I just particularly lucky?
Then hear my words first.
If my words stand up against this madness, they suffice.
But then how would your masters know how hard you work for them?
He's the Voss fool running this summit. He orders and blusters, and now he hides.
[The chamber is partially frozen shut and sealed with a strange lock.]
Torwin's organization of his specimens is as undisciplined as his mind. But it seems you've have better luck?
As a Jedi, you'll be delighted to know I have a question. Should you find Torwin, what do you intend to do?
Who--? There is one. And another. Filled and brimming with power.
[The chamber is partially frozen shut and sealed with a strange lock.]
Fascinating. Rakata construction, as is the lock.
You said you were a scholar of the Rakata. Prove it. Open the chamber.
There are similar chambers on Belsavis, keeping prisoners in suspended animation. This might explain how Torwin's "relic" survived.
You're lucky I'm curious about this relic myself.
Just as well you've made no attempt to open it. This requires an expert touch.
That locking mechanism is considerable. Torwin wasn't taking any chances.
Torwin seems amenable. He can still change his path, once he's made to understand the danger he poses.
Truthfully? I should annihilate you for even making the threat.
I'm not about to share my plans to defend the galaxy with some Sith I just met.
With the fate of the galaxy at stake, I'm taking no chances. Torwin has to die.
Good luck with that.
Smart move.
What a meaningful concord we've achieved.
Spoken like one who's never had to convince that boy of anything.
It's too bad; there are... things I want to ask, about his powers.
Basic precaution. No offense.
Herald's wisdom is not for you.
If we're saving an entire galaxy, we can start with saving one person from himself.
Ah, yes, the Jedi battle doctrine: Talk the opponent into submission.
But, Torwin's creations are unnatural. They twist the Force against itself. Something must be done.
Not just him.
Tactically, it makes sense; it just doesn't feel right. He's only a kid.
Do... do not hurt the one who sought only to guard. Where is the boy? A begging: I do not want the gifts he gave. Take them back!
You are the Custodian, "the one who sought to guard"? You look like a Rakata, but....
I was left sleeping, a watchman. The boy woke me. He gave power I did not want, hoping to buy my knowledge of the Shrouded Ones.
Be at peace. You're in no danger. I just need some answers.
"The boy" is who I want to find. You were his prize experiment; you must know something.
The one built to watch, to wait. To be useful.
A remembering: the boy and his power, so like our empire's engineers. He came seeking things left behind from our last days.
So did he.
I've never come across that term in my studies. What are "the Shrouded Ones"?
This poor creature wasn't a test subject. Torwin forced power upon him to try and get information.
Torwin didn't need Force-sensitive beasts or Bothans; he wanted these "Shrouded Ones," and found a way to get what he needed.
Secrets on secrets. Torwin will answer for this. What does he intend with these Shrouded Ones?
They are for no one. The Shrouded Ones were built to be the end of everything. A solution, to our empire's final problem.
A fearing: The boy does not know what he seeks. The Shrouded Ones... he.... No! The gift... it devours!
Everything on this rock is falling apart, it seems.
Kallomena here, still sitting in orbit. I hope you're having a more entertaining time than I.
Can you tell me what this droid is?
Not over a holo. If I'd be allowed to see it in person, perhaps.
I didn't call you down here for sociological analysis, Kallomena. What is this droid?
Thank you so much, for not warning me about those wretches outside. Ugh.
He induces Force sensitivity--shaping the Force almost like the Rakata engineers did, to power these machines. The Shrouded Ones.
These Rakata could shape the Force to power their machines; so can Torwin, creating Force sensitivity where none exists. It isn't natural.
Keep in mind: These primitives have had centuries to mark out their territories and defend this place. It'll only get trickier from here.
Droid. Not merely old thing, but broken greatly.
Goodness! Someone really doesn't like droids.
Junked droid. Leave it.
I want to say it's a droid, but it's more of a pile of scrap at this point.
Something Rakata. Maybe an old droid?
Oh, master. Please, don't ever let me end up like this poor fellow.
Derogatory: Rakata droid designs were clearly inferior. Observe, master, just a few hundred blows were enough to incapacitate it.
[This appears to be the remnants of a droid.]
This droid must have been left behind by the Rakata. And it's partly intact; maybe we can fix it.
It looks important. If Kallomena's such an expert on the Rakata, she should know what this is.
This is a private party! Who invited you?
Since you asked so nicely, I'm gonna let you drop all your valuables and keep your life.
Somebody's poking their nose where it don't belong. Boys, go cut me off a nose.
Looks like one of our new friends lost his speeder.
Condemnation: This vehicle has negative energy efficiency. The Womps are not merely thugs; they are wasteful.
Everything here is a weapon--and we don't lack targets.
Not his anymore. Yours.
You know what they say, Captain: Never look a gift speeder in the exhaust.
You're not leaving me to walk the rest of the way alone, are you?
"Finders keepers" always worked for me.
Right.
Boss, you expecting company? 'Cause I got a real persistent party-crasher out here.
Probably some stupid local. Run 'em down and skin 'em! I ain't leavin' this planet without a Bothan skin rug!
You heard the man.
Scan 'em and weep, losers: the Idiot's Array. Am I lucky, or just great? Trick question--I'm both! Open another bottle of Old Corellian!
Pot's all yours. That's three in a row.
Womp Gang holds all the cards, pal. You will too when you're with us. Question is, are you ready to join a real syndicate?
Who the flyin' gundark are you?
Great place you've got here. Pretty fields, cozy game room, friendly speeder gangs--'course, they're mostly dead. Sorry about that.
You're a whole new level of ignorant, aren't you? Most scum know me as "the captain."
I'm the one who just chewed up and spit out all your buddies. Mind your manners.
Word is, the Womp Gang punched a big hole in Port Nowhere. Know anything about that?
Sure, sweetheart. Womp family's big news--and I'm full-blooded Womp. You lookin' to trade up to a real man?
Impressed, huh? I'm full-blooded Womp family. Want to sign on with our gang, ask real nicely. I might even say "yes."
Captain, I... I was just playing sabacc. I'm not with these people.
What, you're scared of this loser?
I'm a really big fan. Would it be alright if I left and you never saw me again?
Thank you.
What kind of celebrity would I be if I let you leave without an autograph?
Tell everyone how sweet I was to you.
Tell all your friends what a generous guy I am.
I will. Thank you.
I don't think your friends are taking me seriously. Let's fix that.
We don't take cowards in our gang anyway.
Rance! Where's Unnur? He isn't answering the holo.
I'm guessing you're the head Womp. What's your family doing on Bothawui? Replacing those thugs I shot on Port Nowhere?
Rendezvous, huh? Send me those coordinates. I love a good family reunion.
Stop talking. You're not Womp. You're little people.
Sorry, Rance needs to be excused on account of he's dead and doesn't know it yet. Same goes for you.
Womps don't die. We ascend, like the Celestials. Why are you talking at me, little person?
This nobody spacer's all bent outta shape over what you done to Port Nowhere.
The scum on that station spit in my family's face for years. We spit back. Why do you care? What are you?
People on Port Nowhere didn't appreciate you trying to kill them. They're offering a lot for your head.
You can't take my head. You couldn't handle it. Your fingers would burn off.
Have you people been living under a rock? I'm famous. I've shot important people!
What is fame? Whispers in the Void. Little-person ears can't even hear them.
Nobody makes a move in the underworld without my say-so. I'm gonna have to make an example of you.
Shh... let it go, sweetie. Rance, be a good boy. Kill the troublemaker, then get to the rendezvous.
Aggravation: No one mistakes you for a troublemaker on my watch, master.
I like her. She has a warrior's focus.
Make your move, pig-lizards. Bowdaar stands ready.
That's just plain unfriendly.
Wow, she doesn't waste any words.
Now we know the brains of this outfit.
Womp it up!
Is anybody out there? Come in, blast you!
Boss, I don't think this is locals. Maybe Republic--or worse.
The Republic ain't anywhere near here! You want to run with the Womp Gang? Handle this! I'm in the middle of a hand, here!
Rance, who is this little person and what is it talking about?
Port Nowhere was the center of my business. You cost me time and credits. You're paying me back, one way or another.
The Womps don't owe; we own. You annoy me, little person. Scatter.
I have an understanding with the good guys. You killed Republic citizens on that station. Now you answer to me.
What is a little person who serves little people? A littler person. I shouldn't even be able to hear you.
Captain, I think they intend to harm us.
Dearest me. We should return it to him!
You're like a gluttonbug, picking a fight with a river. We'll sweep you aside.
This is your last chance. My blaster's a lot less forgiving than I am.
Womps don't need forgiveness--and we don't give it either.
I'm getting a real clear impression that you're crazy--and not the "fun at parties" kind.
My mind operates on a level little people can't even imagine exists.
Talking's clearly a dead end. Let's try shooting.
He and his boys are out hunting furries. I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' here!
Tell your friends they're either in our gang or out. We've got plenty of new recruits. The family's gathering at the rendezvous--be there.
Stay... stay back. All this, and the boy Torwin... I just need to think.
We'll see.
So... so your reputation stands. You... really do know which end of a lightsaber is which.
Master Jedi, are you there? Your presence seems to be having an impact. We're seeing movement along the Empire's defensive line.
We'll get him, Master Jedi, even if we have to invade Liah'starn to do it.
Tread carefully, Jedi.
I know.... You seek the boy and his pets. How did the Jedi learn about him? Speak!
You don't get to make demands of me.
The Force gave me a vision of him--and the destruction that surrounds him. I had to find him.
The boy... spoke of a vision. What have you told him? Speak!
Torwin is at the center of cataclysm that will engulf the galaxy. The Force revealed it to me, and I told him.
Torwin Vehl isn't even an apprentice. So what are you? His protector? His servant?
Wrong. Someone will answer for this. You, or... or Torwin if he's fool enough to defy me.
So, there was a vision. But it came... to a Jedi, and not to me?
But, that comes later. After... a moment to rest. Do not follow.
Are those the only options? I'm the discipline that... keeps chaos in check.
Back into shadow. Pfagh, even scent is gone. Strange prey, this Sith.
Blast it all! It's like trying to pin down an Adegan eel.
Get back here! This isn't over!
Master, are you alright? Did that woman leave any injuries or indelible stains?
Watch your back! No telling where she is.
Gone again. And... I can't even sense where she went. How is that possible?
Protest: Master, if this aggravating individual persists in remaining undeleted, I cannot speak for my mental state.
A vision? Revealed... revealed to you, and not me?
Something to think on as... as I rest. Do not follow.
But that's... that's not your concern. And mine is... taking a moment to rest.
Those strong in the dark side of the Force can cloud one's senses, to their own advantage.
Forget about her; what matters is Torwin Vehl. If he gets off-planet, we may not be able to catch him.
She can't have gone far. Search the ruins; she's our best link to Torwin Vehl.
Hold that thought, HK. There'll be a time to deal with her.
Nothing about this is normal. This "hunt" will require caution.
Holiday, quickly: Which way did she go?
She can't run forever. Eventually she'll run out of hiding places.
I'm fine. I've survived much worse.
She's a sly one, whoever she is. She's probably waiting for us somewhere nearby.
We're making a push into their territory; looks like we stand a chance of breaking through. Did you find Torwin Vehl?
That masked Sith turned up just as I found Torwin. She tried to delay me while he escaped to a shuttle.
Save your demands. I am a Jedi; I don't answer to you.
But there will be answers.... Even if I have to wring them out of you and Torwin myself.
Scanning! Oh, phooey. No one but us in immediate range.
I did, but he managed to slip away; he's trying to get off-planet.
Torwin's about to get off-planet. If the defense satellites are still available, I need them now more than ever.
I'll see what the feed has to say.
At least you made it out alright. Let me get into our defense satellite feed; maybe we can track him.
Our defense satellite feed is still up. Maybe I can see where Torwin went.
He's headed toward... Liah'starn. A big Imperial-controlled settlement, around Bothawui's weather machine. The Empire's last bastion, shielded against satellite monitoring.
Torwin likes to stay close to his creations. If we're careful, they might lead us right to him.
You said Liah'starn is under Imperial control. What else should I know? What defenses does it have?
There's a lot of those beasts on the outskirts, though. Maybe they're coming from Liah'starn?
Forget his creations, Commander. What matters is finding Torwin before he escapes the planet!
Understood. But maybe those things could tell us where in Liah'starn he's headed.
With their defensive line weakened, I can get a few scouts up there. When our forward position's set, I'll have them meet you.
I'm willing to keep my distance; there's no need for anyone else to die.
Hah. I can't fault your restraint; I'd have decapitated you by now. If I could.
You're correct to question what you're doing. You must know better than anyone what Torwin's capable of.
As if I need a Jedi's "wisdom" to know my own mind. But, you are....
What you need, Sith, is to understand when you've failed.
Oh, truly, how I have failed. Torwin free, and I'm... still breathing.
Perhaps we can be of use to each other. For the moment, at least.
I need a Sith's assistance like I need a hole in the head--which you'd likely give me. Why should I ally with you?
Herald, step soft. This dark thing has teeth bared for your spine.
Perhaps, little lizard. Though I see that faith and pride have become your shackles.
Yes, past the crimson lightsaber and mask of terror, I'm sure she's a charming creature.
So. The professor. All those gaudy dreams of grandeur.
Jedi, she's standing right there. Kill her.
I'm not destroying someone who could help me stop Torwin.
I can't believe this. Maybe it's a ruse, or.... You're really sure this is a good idea?
No better nor worse than bringing along a disgraced lieutenant.
I can feel what she is, what she can do. I don't know if this is wise.
I've heard of you. The girl-Jedi hiding power behind innocence. You remind me of Torwin.
Master, if you please... I wonder if this is safe; I don't have any parameters for this situation....
And I wonder how you can bear such chatter.
Query: Master, am I actually expected to exercise restraint around this organic?
I suppose I can agree to that. After all, I can destroy you whenever I wish.
So. Even more steel underneath....
Know that Scorekeeper's claws touch your throat, dark thing.
Well, Jedi, your approach to negotiation has certainly... evolved.
Do it now. Finish her off.
I think she got the message when I defeated her earlier, Zenith.
Trust me, Zenith. We can take care of her once we have what we need.
When I want your input, I'll ask for it. Until then, be silent.
No. She is a Darth; you can't trust her!
And should she trust you--a terrorist, saboteur and liar? At least I don't hide what I am.
And can he trust you, terrorist, liar and saboteur that you are? At least I don't hide what I am.
Query: Are we taking turns, master? I have an excellent shot lined up.
I am the subjugator of Talesia, a scholar of the ancient Rakata, one who wandered the Korriba Scar and lived. You may call me Darth Kallomena.
I'm more interested in Torwin. What is he? Where did he get his ability?
And I am the Barsen'thor of the Jedi Order, Herald of the Scorekeeper, who freed the Esh-kha and fought the First Son of the Emperor.
I'll call you whatever I wish; I only care that you can help me find Torwin Vehl.
Torwin is gone. He swore he was taking my shuttle to Imperial space, but he destroyed its transponder after takeoff.
A fascinating relic. Very compassionate of you to try and give it purpose.
Then perhaps we can help each other. But Torwin destroyed my shuttle transponder after I ordered him to leave.
Better follow through, Jedi.
Ah, barbed looks from the killer hiding behind the name "freedom fighter."
He unearthed a relic of the Rakata Infinite Empire here, on Bothawui. It became his prize test subject, the center of all... this.
That's why you came back. To find this test subject.
Yes, one of the Republic commanders said Torwin had been involved in excavations here.
I've encountered relics of the Rakata Empire. They enslaved much of the galaxy millennia ago; I didn't realize they had left traces on Bothawui.
And to hopefully gain some leverage over Torwin, yes.
I didn't see much of his dig site, but apparently he dug up something worthwhile.
Torwin called it "the Custodian," said it could be our Empire's salvation. Though he refused to confide any more--a warning sign I missed.
If Torwin placed such value in this Custodian, wouldn't he have taken it with him?
If this Custodian has what we need, I'll be the one deciding how that knowledge gets used.
Their Force-powered technology gave the ancient Rakata a long reach. Whatever Torwin unearthed will have many secrets. Hopefully they will lead us to him.
What exactly is this Custodian? An animal, a person--?
It must be alive, despite its age. Given Torwin's other creations, it will be something aberrant.
This might go faster if we search separately. Don't worry--I'm in no condition to leave. Looking at you makes my wounds ache.
Torwin won't have had time to transfer the Custodian out of his lab. If it's still on Bothawui, the Custodian is here.
Going to really enjoy killing her.
Hmph. So much for keeping an eye on her.
It was a farming settlement; it grew up around a weather machine that manages Bothawui's climate. The Imps have troops, artillery and armored units.
No Jedi has ever bested me.... You, Torwin's disobedience, these abominations--everything is wrong.
You feel it, don't you? Something is happening, bigger than both of us. If I can't defeat you, then perhaps the Force has a lesson for me.
What do you believe the Force is trying to tell you?
I've foreseen catastrophe surrounding Torwin. And you understand that Torwin has gone too far. Together, we might be able to stop him.
If you really need a final proof that you're outmatched, I'll give it to you. At about neck height.
Gall as well as teeth. Yes. Maybe this is the path.
That attacking you will only gain me new scars.
You have power, and purpose. I know Torwin, and I want the secrets he's kept from me. Couldn't a truce, of sorts, benefit us both?
I don't know what's stranger--that you're offering help, or that I'm tempted to accept.
Hmm. We both need answers from Torwin. Together, we could find them. A truce, then?
Agreed, so long as you remember: A truce is an act of good faith on both sides. Don't betray that trust.
I have no wish to be trounced again.
I have conquered worlds; spent decades studying forgotten cultures. I could give you access to my resources and the Empire's.
And I've protected Torwin for months. I have more insight into him than anyone.
I suppose that much, at least, is true....
It would take too much time to get something so ancient offworld. And he'd have wanted the Custodian close by. It's here, somewhere.
His family sent him to Korriban. The overseers sensed he had power, but Torwin had all the natural talent of a stone.
Failure is death. Torwin's final trial was to kill a gang of tomb robbers. His attack made one of them Force sensitive. He is a true anomaly.
Without his one talent, Torwin would have died unknown and forgotten. Just another failed acolyte.
I can see how the Sith would have found ways to use his ability, whether he wanted it or not.
Torwin was shunned, so he investigated his condition alone. That led him to ancient Force-sensitive cultures. I was asked to protect him.
I almost expected him to have learned this talent from a holocron, or from some Sith experiment.
Actually, the overseers almost put him to death, as a monster.
For all our scholarship, the Force can still surprise us.
And the clock is ticking. There'll be time for a reckoning once the galaxy's safe.
Hmm. Fate of the galaxy's at stake. Otherwise, I'd say we kill her right now.
Better to have her where we can keep an eye on her, right?
We don't need to trust her. Just use what she knows.
I hear your superiors believed the same of you, once.
As you've killed so many before, in the name of freedom.
Advisory: Master, perhaps we should consider an alliance. Traditionally, allies are far easier to ambush.
Temperance, professor? I heard you didn't know the meaning of the word.
The daughter of Sarkhai is growing up. How like Torwin you are.
He learned caution at the Korriban Academy; he had power, but no ability to demonstrate it.
Please, Master Jedi, feel free to signal with the intercom whenever you're ready.
Oh, Master Jedi! How very, very grateful I am to see you. Welcome to the Noble Answer.
I'm Republic steward droid S3-N9, programmed to assist the Voss in their, ah, diplomatic endeavors.
So who else is attending? I might recognize some of them.
Master Satele Shan said the Voss need their commandos to fight the war back home, is that correct?
I'm sure we'll all resolve this Voss commando question and get through the summit in one piece. Metaphorically speaking! Ha.
The Voss are used to getting their own way, but they're becoming part of the galactic community now. It's time they acted like it.
My programmed response is that the Voss are valuable friends and allies, and the Republic is fully committed to assisting them.
The Voss say that the Gormak are becoming more dangerous, and they need their commandos--which, of course, is absolutely their right.
The Zabrak is Master Judhu Faan, a trader and entrepreneur. Master Altean is a nobleman, from Estaria, I believe.
But many Republic worlds rely on Voss commando support. And the Voss are being very... Voss, about the commando withdrawal.
The Nikto gentleman, Master Kef-Ditas-Rai, defends Republic mining properties. He, um, he seems very angry.
Obviously the other delegates are, um, eager to resolve this--all of them rely on the Voss commandos. It's rather awkward.
Awkward, but not unsolvable. Don't worry, S3, I've handled worse situations.
You've done enough, droid. Someone needs to straighten out this mess.
Who's running this summit? Is it one of the Three, the Voss leaders?
The Three sent a gentleman called Haftan-Ke to represent them, with two Voss Mystics. I'm, er, not sure where Master Ke is.
There's time if you'd like to speak to the other delegates. Please, signal whenever you're ready; I'm sure Master Haftan-Ke will get things started soon.
A Master Haftan-Ke, and two Voss Mystics, are running the summit. If you'd like to speak with the other delegates, there's still time; just signal whenever you're ready.
If you'd like to speak with them, there's still time. Please, signal whenever you're ready; I'm sure Master Haftan-Ke will get things started soon.
Many Sith are fueled by their passion for destruction. Why are you suddenly shying from violence?
Better if we fire Ziost's ion cannons. With them, we can disrupt enemy communications, cripple Apex Station and avoid a senseless bloodbath.
I prefer bombardments with a more ravaging impact.
Execute a dual strike, and we can knock out their shields with ion cannons before razing Apex Station with a missile bombardment.
My lord, ion blasts will expose the Jedi to our direct attack. We'll tear them apart up close and personal.
Missiles are direct, clean, guaranteed to maximize casualties and devastate defenses.
Nothing brings me more pleasure than butchering Jedi, my lord. I merely prefer to hobble them first.
Whatever your call, the weapon emplacements have been seized by Republic squads. Special forces--tough company, love knocking Imperial transports out of the sky.
Time's short, and Apex is too heavily shielded. Only a concentrated barrage will punch through their defenses fast enough.
If you reclaim our weaponry, I'll have Armageddon Battalion ready to charge before the final volley.
Are you crazy? That's the Emperor's Wrath!
My pleasure.
Fine, we'll take our chances. He's holed up in Apex Station.
Come in, two-two-seven, this is Varis. Heard you're getting a bit of rain over there, thought I'd check on you.
Everything alright, Grann? Transmission isn't coming through clearly....
This bunker is now Republic territory.
Sorry, you just missed him. But I didn't.
Blast it. Stubborn man still owed me from sabacc....
Who are you? Name, rank and assignment, now!
Ugh... Amod, get central on the comm and tell them the Republic's captured bunker 227.
All clear. Let's jump on the holo and get in touch with that SIS contact.
Area secure. We could use that holo to report in to our SIS contact.
Another victory for the Republic! We should report our resounding success to our SIS contact among the resistance!
Looks like the place is ours, now. Guess it's time to get in touch with that SIS contact Garza mentioned.
Yuun perceives no further danger. We should use this moment of respite to reach out to our contact from the SIS.
Assessment: All hostile forces have been neutralized. I recommend we report our success to the SIS agent General Garza mentioned.
Oh, thank the Maker... I believe we're finally safe, master. Perhaps this would be a good time to get in touch with your new SIS contact?
Daggers to Havoc--looks like you took down the defense grid, so we're pulling out. Be sure to report in to your SIS contact.
Yes, I can see that now, thank you. Blasted shoddy comms.
You're that hotshot commander who took down General Rakton on Corellia, aren't you?
Just when things are looking dull, the whole game changes. Name's Varis--it's going to be a pleasure to take you on.
We're going to take this planet back--it's only a matter of time. You might as well pull out now.
And miss my shot at the best in the Republic? Not a chance.
If you think you can go toe-to-toe with Havoc Squad, go for it.
See you soon.
Yeah, yeah, don't care....
Havoc to Graybeard--objective secured, over.
Great work as usual, Havoc. Now, has it been too long, or do you still remember Nar Shaddaa's finest SIS agent?
Is that you, Jonas? It's been a while.
The one and only.
I was starting to think you didn't care, Jonas.
I guess I'll just have to work really hard to make it up to you, huh?
As useful as this is....
It's been too long, Jonas.
Now that you're here, we'll have this place back in the Bothans' hands in no time.
Yeah, yeah, just get down to business.
We'll send some people over to secure the bunker and any Imperial soldiers still on site. Nice work, by the way.
I'll meet you at these coordinates. Attire to be casual, gift not required, but always welcome. Jonas out.
Greetings + congratulations, Major // Incoming transmission:
Major! It's Rylo. Great work down there--this is some of the most exciting footage I've ever laid eyes on.
Could you take a minute and pose for some publicity shots while you're there?
We're supposed to stop for a picture? Really?
I suppose, as long as it's only a brief delay....
A splendid idea! Show Havoc Squad standing proud on the ruins of our enemies!
Oh, sure, let me just get my hair straight.
Yuun is not certain there is time to honor this request.
A splendid thought! Just allow me a moment to dust off your armor, master....
Query: Would it be more effective if we gathered a pile of corpses for the background?
Uh... no, that's not necessary.
I'd really like something to round out the armor-cam footage, you know? Plus it would be great for the advertising.
Sure thing, Rylo. Where do you want me?
If you could just shuffle over... yes, like that. Great.
I'll hold for a few images, Rylo, but let's keep this quick--understood?
Of course, of course.
All right... yes! That's the perfect angle. Imaging now....
Nice, very dutiful. Perfect.
Good, good, this will be perfect.
Hah! Great stuff, lots of personality!
Okay, that will do it. Thanks, Major. Rylo out.
I don't have time for this nonsense.
Wait! Major! Major?
Our mark's arrived. Don't take any chances--shoot to kill!
The Barsen'thor of the Jedi. My guardian said... I heard you were looking for me. Is this what you came to see?
In the time of the Infinite Empire, they said that to be Force sensitive was to be both bound and free. To see the galaxy's potential, to shape it wisely....
I know you.
They are no better or worse than I.
Your reputation spoke truly. Your power is... there is so very much I could learn from you.
I have no interest in aiding a Sith--or whatever you are.
Torwin Vehl, I assume. I've come a long way to find you.
I didn't come to see these creatures, Torwin. Something is terribly wrong.
Soon. There will be an end to this madness.
Don't you ever tire of creating these horrors?
I came to Bothawui because the Force showed me a great and terrible truth.
Your abilities are unusual, to say the least. There are many questions I'd like to ask.
The word you're looking for is "abomination."
I have no great strength in the Force; I can only give power to others. On Korriban, I was... shunned for it.
But even an abomination can seek enlightenment.
You stand at the center of galaxy-wide destruction. There will be fire. And a huge looming shadow.
How are you able to create these... things?
None of this matters. I can't let you endanger the galaxy. I must strike now.
No. You can't. Without me, everyone will fall.
That's what you saw? But is it truth, or just your truth?
I was born as I am; more "natural" than Sith who augment themselves for power.
Enough, Torwin. Get to my shuttle and leave Bothawui. Now.
You'd test my patience again? After your subjects ran riot? You are Sith: Prove that you know obedience.
No, I... I won't. I have to stay. My test subjects are here; the Custodian too!
I'll clean up your latest mess myself.
I saw a galactic cataclysm, fire and death. You were at the heart of it.
A vision. Of me. Experienced by someone so powerful....
Everyone seems to have questions for me.
Strangely specific. Why do you say this?
No. I won't leave my test subjects--or the Custodian. And I must learn more about this vision!
I saw you at the Ser'feya Farmstead. And Lieutenant Kaley said you came to the Nar'less Bunker.
The cracks in the Empire run deep, it seems. Even between Sith?
You're between me and Torwin, Sith; that's an unwise place to be. Leave.
Torwin. Obey!
An order. Let me show you how it's done.
Observant. But observed too late.
Like most Jedi doctrine, a large assumption based on little evidence.
For my people, for the Empire, yes. Someone must put things right.
The Bothan resistance network is at your service, Republic friend.
Fire the flares at the coordinates I've provided. Hope to the stars we aren't too late.
Camp Shatter is your best bet to find the Womp Gang's rendezvous point. Good luck.
Were you addressing me, master? I was calculating next week's dinner menu.
Conjecture: These troublemakers may be smarter than they look, master.
The only one here who knew anything was Rance--and he won't be telling.
Writing down a secret plan is bad luck. Stupid, too.
These folks are slippery as Adegan eels--and not just 'cause they don't bathe.
These people don't strike me as the "write things down" type. That requires literacy.
Criminals smart enough to cover their tracks? What's the underworld coming to?
You won't find any trail to follow here, Captain. We taught the Womp Gang that compromising information is best stored up here.
Sounds like the Bothan resistance knows more about the Womps than you've let on, Traw'lurr.
Apologies for arriving too late to be any assistance--though you acquitted yourself admirably.
I'm terrible with names and faces after a shootout. Are you friend or foe?
Friend, most definitely. Fenn Traw'lurr of the Bothan resistance network. I provided the intel that brought you here.
Keep your hands where I can see them. Any sudden moves and you'll join these creeps.
I mean you no harm. Fenn Traw'lurr, Bothan resistance? I spoke with you and Master Sumalee by holo.
If you wanted my help, you could've just asked. I might've given you a discount for being cute.
I deeply regret my error.
We believe the Womp family switched sides to the Empire... and we're right. This datapad details a contract to hunt my agents.
The Empire will pay these gangsters to slaughter my entire spy network.
Why would the Empire work with this family? For that matter, why would the Womps kill your spies?
The Empire knows they're beaten. They've offered a staggering sum to anyone who can punish us.
Do these lowlifes know enough about your operation to deal that kind of damage?
My condolences. Let me know where to send the flowers.
This concerns you as well.
Good thing you're a spy and not a tourism ambassador, because you're really putting me off Bothawui right now.
To be fair, this was the only lead I had on our mutual enemy.
I hope you're not expecting my understanding, because right now, all I'm thinking about are creative ways to shoot you.
I understand your anger, but hear me out.
The Womp Gang knows our secrets, but my agents know theirs. We possess the information to help you hunt down this filth.
You want to make an example of those gangsters? The resistance will give you that chance--but only if you save my agents.
If I save your precious spy network, you're going to owe me a lot more than just information.
We'll be honored to serve you--but time is short.
You're chasing a threat to the Republic that has allied with the Empire. Help our resistance survive, and both our causes benefit.
You're a slick one. I'm just gonna agree before you talk me into buying beachfront property on Tatooine.
The beaches here are much nicer.
You seek to profit by eliminating these gangsters. My agents can ensure your success, but only if they're still alive. It's just good business.
Spies! Can't trust 'em, can't shoot 'em on sight. I'll help you--but don't go thinking we're friends.
I'll settle for colleagues.
Anything for you, handsome. You can owe me.
She means credits.
Whatever it takes.
A debt I'll happily repay.
Did you hear that? My meter's running. You've hired me, so talk fast.
I bet you can tell me everything about the Womps. Start talking, or this conversation ends with my blaster down your throat.
The kind of knowledge you require is only available in the minds of my field agents--the very ones whose lives are in danger.
Warning my network requires more than a comm signal. The Empire tracks our holotransmitters, so we've adopted more primitive communications.
My agents deliver emergency signals using flare pistols. Fire one where it can be seen, and my people will run for safety.
If this is the only way to find the Womp Gang, well... I've done crazier things.
Anything that high-profile is bound to get noticed by the bad guys. I'll be painting a target on myself.
Correct. That's why you should always be on the move.
Shooting a few flares shouldn't pose much risk to someone like you. Let me know when your people are ready to talk.
There isn't time to warn everyone if I'm working alone. I need you on the other half of the sector.
Use a Republic holofrequency to call me once you've fired the flares. I'll tell you where to meet my agents. Be safe.
I owe you a confession. My network had an "understanding" with these gangsters. Their smuggling and sabotage were useful to our cause.
But the Womp family recently broke ties with us, and I fear the worst. That's why I sent you here.
We've worked with them for years. They can summon us to a private meeting and murder whoever shows up--or force them to talk.
Five percent, tops. You ain't that cute.
Right. Why clean up your own mess when you can get someone else to do the dirty work?
I did my research, Captain. You may be the single best marksman on Bothawui right now.
Traw'lurr, come in. I shot all the flares.
My agents are evacuating, but the one who knows most about the Womp family hasn't reported in. I'm headed to her enclave now. Care to join me?
Sounds like the Womp Gang got to her first. I've questioned corpses before. They're really tight-lipped.
My missing agent knows all the network's escape routes and hideouts. I suspect our foe will try to interrogate her. That buys us time.
I can't let you walk into certain death alone, handsome.
You are talking to me, right?
If I walk in with you, my odds of survival rise dramatically.
If this lady's the expert on the Womp family, I don't want her getting shot until she answers my questions. Maybe not even then.
I'll get what I need from your other agents. Where do I find them?
You don't understand. The missing operative knows our retreat plans. If the Womp Gang breaks her, there'll be no one left alive to question.
I'm transmitting our enclave's coordinates. It's an underground cavern. Quite beautiful, but with many ambush zones. Be careful.
My agent's name is Ror'sunn. If you get to her first, keep her alive.
There's no intervention like the timely variety. These animals really would've made soup out of us. And now that we've established my gratitude... who are you?
I'm taking down the Womp Gang, and Traw'lurr says you're the expert on them.
"Expert" may be exaggerating, but I'll gladly oblige your questions if it means less riffraff polluting my homeworld.
I'm figuring out the Womp Gang's power structure. What do you know about "Hur-Hur" and his friends?
Frawnk and Hubrick were Unnur's sons. They weren't merely gangsters--they were all members of the Womp family.
Keep your gratitude. Tell me everything you know about the Womp Gang--or I'll be cooking fried Bothan.
Another fan of the culinary arts. Very well.
The Womp family rooted themselves on Bothawui before the Empire seized control. A pack of petty thugs scraping out a wretched existence.
Long ago, the resistance caught the Womps burying toxic waste on our planet. Rather than neutralize them, we turned the situation to our advantage by sabotaging the Imperial-run farms.
I get the sabotage part--poisoning the Empire's food supply--but how did you get away with charging the Womps to bury toxic waste?
Our agreement was straightforward: Pay us for disposal sites and protection from the Empire, or take up permanent residence in their own dumping grounds.
When you say "toxic waste," I assume you don't mean what the Womps generate naturally. Where were they getting it?
You deliberately poisoned your own planet? Remind me not to eat in your restaurants.
We only poisoned the farms growing crops for the Empire. Our own food supplies remain safe to consume.
We never learned the offworld source of the gang's toxic waste, but there was no shortage of it. It was profitable business for us.
But since the family patriarch died and his eldest son Kashtinn took over, they've grown increasingly uncooperative.
I heard something about a "space mansion." That mean anything to you?
First I've heard of such a thing. I couldn't begin to speculate what he meant.
Pretty sure I chatted with Kashtinn by holo. I'm not a fan.
He's a boorish, self-aggrandizing, deluded buffoon--and I'm not convinced he's truly in charge.
Sounds to me like the Womp Gang has every reason to hate the resistance. You should've seen this attack coming.
They were always such cowards. Their newfound confidence--not to mention firepower--caught us off guard.
I'm cutting off all the branches on that family tree, but I need to know where they're gathering.
Fortunately, Unnur loved to talk. I believe I can help.
Thank the sun and seasons you're alive. Apologies for being late again, Captain. Took the scenic route evading a stubborn Imperial patrol.
Caught a parting shot, but I'll live. I hope Ror'sunn is providing useful intelligence on our mutual enemy?
She's telling me all about your operation. Toxic waste dumping, extortion... who knew spy work was so glamorous?
You flatter us. From what I've heard of your exploits, we're amateurs.
Poor baby, looks like you could use a woman's touch.
I'm sure he can afford a medical droid.
A lovely offer, but my wounds can wait. Justice cannot.
We just wrapped up a history lesson, but I still don't get what this gang is after. Seems like they're hitting things at random.
The Womp family we knew was a pack of impoverished imbeciles. Somehow, they've become a genuine threat--obsessed with avenging past indignities.
If all you're gonna do is stand there and bleed, at least be quiet about it.
While he was interrogating me, Unnur indicated the Womp Gang has taken over Camp Shatter. The Empire granted them the facility as a temporary base.
Camp Shatter was one of the most brutal detention centers on Bothawui. Impossibly well-defended.
Ever heard of Belsavis? I busted in and out of there like it was the Galactic City Public Library.
Is there anyplace else I can go? Maybe something that's only "possibly" well-defended?
From what I overheard, the Womp Gang has abandoned its old hideouts. Camp Shatter is the only certain lead I can offer.
It's not like Imperials to hand over a base to a bunch of crazy criminals. What's the catch?
The valley it occupies was overrun by Republic forces. The Empire retaliated by flooding the area to destroy its tactical value.
Our enemies clearly intend to wreak more havoc on Bothawui before they depart. Considering what they did to Port Nowhere, I fear the worst.
The resistance is in shambles. The Republic military is engaged with the Empire. You're our best chance at stopping the Womp Gang.
No offense, but I couldn't care less about Bothawui. I'm just dealing with a business rival.
Whatever your reason, we'll be pleased when you win.
Saving planets is a hobby of mine. So's blasting bad guys, come to think of it.
Isn't it wonderful when work and play coincide?
I'm not doing this for the warm feelings or revenge. It's just a job--a profitable one, hopefully.
A certain degree of professional detachment is acceptable.
Do you know how often I'm someone's "best chance"? I'm starting to think this galaxy would fall apart if I wasn't around.
Best never to test that theory.
I love making new friends, especially the appreciative kind. I'm doing a lot for you people. Now it's your turn.
Rebuild your spy network and take over the black market. Basic goods are in short supply, and your people will pay whatever we ask.
My crew will provide the goods. You handle the distribution. I take eighty percent of the profits. Understood?
Clear as a summer sky. You'll always have friends on Bothawui--assuming you eliminate the competition.
I'll escort Ror'sunn and the others to safety. Take care, Captain. I don't envy you assaulting an impregnable enemy base.
Do not misunderstand: Delivering these signals is dangerous. The Empire watches the skies. They will hunt us both.
They have an expansive list of grievances and are machinating toward inflicting great trauma on many.
Translation: A big family of losers is bent on revenge, and when they finally get organized, we're all in trouble. So let's prevent that.
Do you get your kicks from making people consult a dictionary when you talk?
The Womp Gang is powerful, dangerous and gathering strength. Whatever their plans are, we don't want them succeeding.
How big is this family, anyway? Starting to wonder if I brought enough ammo.
I'm embarrassed to admit we never fully charted the Womp family line. They breed like gizka.
He killed Rance... this little person killed my brother! Who am I going to play sabacc with now?
Shh... Mother's here. I'll make it all better, I promise.
If you'd like a shot at revenge, I'll clear my schedule. Just tell me where to meet up.
You want a dance? I've got moves. I'll step all over you!
I don't normally compliment people trying to kill me, but you look amazing for someone old enough to have grown-up children.
Don't talk to my wife. You're not worthy!
If you want the hurt to go away, I recommend swallowing a thermal detonator. It's quicker than what I'll do to you.
I'm talking to a corpse.
Shh... he'll get what's coming to him. This whole galaxy will be on its knees before we're done. Goodbye, Captain--we'll be in touch.
They fried the console. There's no data on where these Womps are or what they're planning.
Good to see you in one piece, Captain. I'm relieved to report the Womp Gang's plan to poison my world failed thanks to you.
Apparently, the dreadnought that fired on you has been causing the Republic considerable trouble elsewhere. Master Sumalee was summoned away.
I'll assist your interrogation in her place. How may I help you?
Traw'lurr, does your spy network know which branch of the Womp family tree "Chuckles" here fell out of?
Just stand there and look handsome while I work. I'll get back to you.
Get back to him with what? A drink order? I'll have a Harmon Kizzlebrew--hold the toxic waste.
Perhaps we should shift focus to your prisoner.
I'm suddenly eager to see this interrogation concluded.
Let's get some answers. Back my play, whatever it is.
Very well, but it's easier to improvise when you know what you're working with.
I don't need your help beating answers out of this idiot. Just arrange my business like we agreed.
My people are handling the details. I'm more useful to you here, I think.
This one is Narnish Womp. He's Kashtinn's fifth cousin. Considering what transpired at the grain storage complex, I'm guessing they aren't close.
If you can't shut up, step outside. I'll handle this.
Don't bother asking me questions. Already lost my family. You can't take anything else from me.
You're looking at this all wrong, Narnie. Can I call you Narnie? Anyway, my point is you're a blank slate.
So what?
As far as the galaxy knows, you're dead. You don't have to be a Womp anymore. You could start over with a new name, on a better planet.
Always liked Nar Shaddaa....
Good idea. I might even be willing to throw in some startup funds to get you on your feet--but only if you talk.
You have family here on Bothawui. What's the big girl's name from Camp Shatter? Lurchy? Hurtie?
Pertie?
That's her. She's being held nearby. Nice girl, recently lost her betrothed. Probably feeling a lot like you right now. Lonely... unappreciated... tired of people trying to kill her.
Pertie's a sweet girl.
Then take care of her. Tell me what I need to know. I'll arrange a family reunion.
My Bothan friend here is a highly trained spy. He knows lots of ways to make you talk. Isn't that right, Traw'lurr?
It's true. I have a jar of... lung beetles. Highly unpleasant. They lay eggs in your respiratory system.
Ooh, that sounds bad. I would hate to be you right now.
You can't do that. You're Republic. You have to follow the rules!
Traw'lurr's a local. He makes the rules here, not me. But if you start talking, I'll keep him off you.
Traw'lurr, step outside and make sure we're not disturbed. I need to ask some questions with my fists.
Your privacy is guaranteed.
You can't do this! It's against the law!
Since when have you cared about the law? Talk, or I'll finish rearranging your internal organs.
You want to know about that ship Kashtinn hit us with? That all started before I was born.
Decades ago, this Hutt--Barabbula--offered my family credits to bury his toxic waste. He sent droid-piloted shuttles full of it every month.
You're the hardest-working criminals I've ever met. Not sure whether to respect you or point and laugh.
Your employer's name doesn't ring any bells. Give me the short version.
I don't know any version. He's a Hutt, he's rich, and he was paying us. That's all we cared about.
You're a bunch of nobodies. How'd this Hutt even know you existed?
The Womp family used to be huge. We ran half this blasted galaxy. Barabbula respected that.
When we were old enough, Kashtinn and me got sent to meet the Hutt's shuttle and pick up the monthly waste shipments.
Kashtinn and the shuttle droid got friendly. One day, the droid slipped how Barabbula flies around the galaxy in a giant space mansion--alone!
Let me guess: Your family suddenly developed an interest in real estate?
You do realize there's no such thing as "space mansions," right? It's a dreadnought.
You say that because you've never been inside. You could eat off the floors in there. It's gorgeous!
Sounds relaxing. I can't tell you how many times I've thought about firing my crew and going solo.
But who would cook meals for you, master?
Confession: Were I not programmed otherwise, I would also embark on a solitary rampage.
You wouldn't last a day. You crave attention.
A lone warrior's days are few in number.
We love you, too, Captain.
It does get pretty loud on the ship at night. Bowdaar snores.
It's a common fantasy, trust me.
Kashtinn started working on how to upload a slicer code to the droid. Reprogram it to take over Barabbula's ship. Spent years on it.
Turns out Kashtinn isn't dumb--just slow. Few weeks ago, he finally uploads the code. Now that space mansion belongs to him. Well, him and Greyetta.
I've been in the market for a new ride. I think I've found the perfect one.
Your cousin and... whatever she is... took over that dreadnought. Now what?
Womp family has about three-hundred years of scores to settle. Kashtinn's working through the list.
I assume the ship's original owner went out the air lock?
No idea. All I know is, somebody else is moving into my quarters. It's not fair. They had a window.
You people might as well give up. That space mansion's bigger than most stations. You'll never stop it.
That's everything I know. You promised to set me up with a new life on Nar Shaddaa. Can I go?
A deal's a deal--but don't even think about contacting your relatives. Wouldn't be healthy, understand?
I can't. Kashtinn would kill me for surviving.
I'll arrange a believable story to cover his impending escape.
I don't know anything else. When can I see Cousin Pertie? She doesn't do well without family around.
Sounds like this planet's full of toxic waste thanks to your family. I'm putting you and Pertie on hazardous material cleaning duty.
Can't we just go to prison? Maybe share a cell?
I told you everything. We're even now, right?
From what I've heard, there's an awful lot of toxic waste buried on Bothawui. I think you should dispose of it appropriately.
Tell me about prison, first. What would I have to do there?
That wasn't offered as an option. Besides, I find the captain's suggestion highly entertaining.
You've been a bad boy, Narnie. There's a place for people like you, but my ship's full. I'm sure the Republic can find you a nice private cell.
What? That's not fair--I cooperated! Wait, you said private cell? I won't have to sleep with twenty other people?
You'll have all the solitude we can provide. Now do shut up.
I expect you'll be leaving soon. Might I interest you in some local cuisine before you depart? Interrogations always leave me hungry.
Captain, it's been a pleasure assisting you. Please let me know if you require anything else.
There's a Hutt dreadnought controlled by a crazy family of inbred gangsters out there. If I don't handle this mess, who will?
All I've heard since I got here is how good the food is. It'd be a crime to not try it before I go.
I'll return to your ship and inform the crew that you are dining without them, master.
Analysis: Your posture, vocal inflection and core body temperature indicate you desire to be left alone with this man. I shall comply.
I've had Bothan food. Too rich. Enjoy yourselves.
You don't have to say it. Bowdaar knows the routine.
I ain't hungry. You need me, you know where to find me.
Three's a crowd, Captain. I'll head back to the ship.
That sounds great! I can't wait to try... oh. I wasn't invited, was I? Right. See you at the ship....
I'll head back to the ship. Wouldn't want to be in the way....
More for us to share. I know just the place.
I know just the place. Come--let me show you Bothan hospitality.
That was delightful. I hope we'll do it again someday.
One of my crew is the jealous type. It's probably best if he doesn't find out about us.
I'm a spy--we're trained in discretion.
I think I'll be spending lots of time here when this Womp Gang business is done.
Excellent. My world has much more to offer.
I'm one of those people who's always moving forward, but you never can tell.
Hope is the water that nourishes the ground.
If you'd told me Bothans only eat uncooked root vegetables, I wouldn't have stuck around.
I'm sorry if you were dissatisfied.
Just get busy setting up that little enterprise we discussed. This captain needs a new pair of boots.
Profit before pleasure--understood.
I think you got the wrong idea about us. We're just friends.
Not even good friends.
Apologies if I have offended you.
Master Sumalee was summoned back to the orbital station. Perhaps she can assist your hunt. Bountiful harvest, Captain.
Master Sumalee was summoned back to the orbital station. I recommend you consult with her. It appears there's nothing more to learn on Bothawui.
There's no telling what kind of trouble these inbred gangsters will make with a Hutt dreadnought. Goodbye, Traw'lurr.
May your harvest be full.
Here's hoping your planet gets back on its feet soon.
Now that the Republic is here and the Empire is not, that much is certain. Farewell.
Tell your people I expect Bothawui to be turning a profit for me within the month.
I'm certain we'll reap a bountiful harvest from our partnership. Good luck.
Thanks for all your brilliant advice. I can take it from here.
Best of luck. Farewell.
Traw'lurr, I think our ugly friend here needs to have an accident while trying to escape.
Happens all the time.
What? No, you can't do that--I told you everything!
I know.
I'll explain things to the Republic authorities. Obviously, you had no choice.
Master Sumalee returned to the orbital station. I recommend you consult with her. The trail here has gone cold.
I'll expect to hear from your people soon about our business partnership. Time is money--don't waste mine.
I look forward to achieving our mutual prosperity.
When you tell the Republic how "Chuckles" got dead, omit my name.
The Womp Gang has many rivals. It won't be difficult to redirect the blame.
The Womp Gang can wait. Trails aren't the only thing that interests me.
Forget about hurting my feelings--how do you flirt with another man while there's a dead guy in the room?
Please excuse me, Captain, but I have a murder to cover up. Perhaps we'll meet again.
Pleasure working with you, Trawlie. Let's do it again someday.
Should you ever return to Bothawui, please let me know you're coming in advance.
It's been fun, but I need to go look at people who don't remind me of herding banthas.
Bothawui will be greatly diminished by your departure.
Farewell, Captain. May you find what seeks you.
Shh... she'll pay for what she did, I promise. This whole galaxy will be on its knees when we're done. Goodbye, Captain--for now.
You know Torwin--where would he go? Back to his family, perhaps?
Never to his family. He needs information, as we do. I've posted guards on my libraries, in case my Rakata artifacts prove tempting.
It makes sense to know what we're getting into, but do nothing until I join you.
Ah, so considerate. Very well. You'll have the coordinates as soon as they're deciphered.
Yes, you conquered me in battle. But after conquest, one must rule wisely. My expertise shouldn't be brushed aside.
Then maybe you should go to Natukar ahead of us. Just in case.
You're Sith. If I trusted you completely, I'd be a fool.
I'll use your expertise how and when I wish. For now, I've told you my orders. Send the maps.
Fine. You'll have what you want. I'll be waiting aboard my ship; you've given me food for thought.
I'll be waiting aboard my ship. Let me stop Torwin. That's all I ask.
Naturally. But right now, betraying you would cost me everything.
Done. You won't regret this.
After Makeb, a Shrouded One might be just what the Hutt Cartel needs to free itself from Republic control. We'll need to tread lightly.
Perhaps, but we still have to pinpoint the exact location of the Shrouded One on Sleheyron, from the hologram's data.
Certainty without proof is dangerous. Torwin could have a completely different strategy in mind.
And unfortunately, since I hold the charts and data on the Shrouded One's exact location, it seems our alliance must stand. For now.
Indeed. Our citizens know loyalty; if a Jedi comes for Torwin, they'll die to keep him hidden. Unless I convince them.
Well then. I suppose our truce can stand a little longer.
Perhaps, but Torwin has no power base. He needs resources, and expertise. Besides, he's always been more comfortable around non-Sith.
Not sure if that's funny or sad. Both?
Yeah, I hear the constant threat of death will do that.
Torwin will seek out those scientists for help. They'd rather die than turn him over to a Jedi, but they shall assist a Darth.
I hope so, because those charts just became our only lead.
Sleheyron would certaintly fit Torwin's projected course.... Our Empire has scientists there.
And good luck sifting through it without me!
What were they?
At least tell us what the Shrouded Ones are.
I am empty of that. The Rakata feared what knowledge of the Shrouded Ones might grow in us, and punished questioning.
I... I don't believe it. We're registering a drop in the generator's power levels. You actually beat that monstrosity.
Herald, is thought I have. These beasts, all connected to your Force by this dark thing, this Torwin Vehl.
But is no pattern to them. These prey are made, unleashed, but are no true army.
If this was another creation of that Sith fellow Zah'lis mentioned, he's been busy. Not doing anything useful, mind you.
I don't throw the term "mad science" around lightly, but why would Torwin Vehl bother making an army of Force-sensitive animals?
Another animal made Force sensitive. More of this Sith Torwin Vehl's work.
Seems pointless. Why not make Force-sensitive people?
Dray Zah'lis was another of these "rough sketches." Perhaps there have been others.
Another Force sensitive nightmare. Probably made by that Sith you saw in your vision, Torwin Vehl.
This doesn't make sense. These creatures aren't organized. Who builds an army like this?
It was like the other creatures Torwin Vehl made; like the Force was twisted up inside it.
These poor animals. This isn't an army. It's just sadistic.
Master, you must be careful. If this Torwin Vehl makes an army of these horrid things, what else could he do?
Interjection: Master, may I observe that the creation of these Force sensitive organics is tactically brain-dead?
If this Sith, Torwin Vehl, seeks to create an army in this fashion, he lacks any understanding of the term.
These creatures aren't meant to be an army. They're... tests. He's experimenting with his gift.
My vision showed Torwin Vehl at the center of a galactic firestorm. These beasts don't match what I saw. There's some connection I'm missing.
Cannot say, Herald. Seeing was not for my eyes.
Frankly, Jedi, if it's a choice between these freakish things and utter annihilation, that's barely a moment's thought.
Maybe we changed things.
What else can we do but try and stop him?
Then we'll find it. He can't stay hidden forever.
I... don't really know what to say, master. Would some tarine tea help you think?
Dismissive: I wouldn't presume to know the status of your mind, master, short of conducting exploratory surgery.
All that matters is stopping Torwin Vehl before Bothawui is overrun.
Hate to interrupt, Master Jedi. But there's something you should know.
How could anyone... nevermind. I've got news.
We found this canister buried near the bunker entrance. Full of some kind of paste. It stinks. When those beasts went crazy, their breath smelled the same way.
Perhaps this paste makes these animals more aggressive when they eat it.
Can you tell what's in this paste? That might provide a clue.
If it drives those creatures insane, Lieutenant, it's probably not safe to breathe too close to it.
Makes sense, but why is it here?
Um. Good point. Bassel, secure this thing, would you?
I'd been wondering how the Imperials got those beasts to attack this bunker.
My sergeant said he saw the canister being buried yesterday. He thought it was a refugee hiding their stuff.
This person your sergeant saw, did he give you a description?
That canister was probably intended to draw the beasts here, then enrage them into attacking everything in sight. Clever.
As the Empire gets more desperate, it gets more creative. We need to stay alert.
Hang on. Getting a transmission. Imperials incoming--a whole company. No way we can hold the bunker with the forces we have.
I'm not touching it. But it smells medicinal. Definitely not natural.
Human, he said. And young, not much more than a teenager.
Although... we could use the generator. Make sure that if the Imperials take the bunker, they never leave.
I thought the point of saving the bunker was to ensure the generator isn't misused.
Just what are you proposing here, Lieutenant?
If there's a way to turn this disaster to our advantage, I'm interested.
If we close the generator intakes and restart it on minimum power, the generator will emit its toxins as an odorless gas.
Let the Imps take the bunker. A few hours of breathing that gas, and they'll be finished. We destroy Imperial reinforcements... and get a little payback.
Given what the Imperials intended to do to Bothawui, it seems only fitting.
Good. Just hit the intake override panel there, and then restart.
This is the right thing to do: for us, for the resistance, for everyone on Bothawui. Thank you.
For now, Commander Niccos is asking you to meet him at the command post. He said he has news on some Sith you're looking for.
We could use a minimal dose of the gas, leaving the Imperials weak, but alive. Then your men could capture them easily.
Gassing people to death is not acceptable, Lieutenant, whatever insignia they're wearing.
Capture them? They'd still try to fight back--I could lose more men!
Any losses on our side would be minimal. In return, we save lives and gain valuable prisoners and intelligence.
You're crazy!
I see. Perhaps yours is the better solution, after all.
Lieutenant Kaley, I'm giving you a direct order. Capture those Imperials alive and bring them back to base. Is that understood?
Kaley, unless you want a court-martial, remind yourself what a direct order means.
Think carefully, Lieutenant.
Fine! Order acknowledged. So long as you acknowledge you're throwing away Republic lives to save Imperial ones.
I'll... put a plan together. Meantime, Commander Niccos is asking to see you. Something about a Sith you were looking for.
They're the enemy! They've burned this planet to the ground!
She's not wrong, Jedi.
And if we want to make it right, Kaley, we must be better than them.
Perhaps, but he's still your superior.
Perhaps, but she's still your superior.
I thought you were on our side. But I guess I don't have the authority to disagree... sir.
You'll never find Torwin Vehl. He's protected against the likes of you.
This is nothing. We... we have already proven... what we are.
Something has happened to Zah'lis. He's demonstrating... unusual abilities. The order needs to take care of him; I'll send word.
He tried to stab me in the back. I want him sentenced to life imprisonment or hard labor, under close supervision.
We have earned our power!
Master Jedi. We're from the resistance; so glad to see you made it through.
How could a Jedi possibly understand?
I heard Dray Zah'lis was here. I need to speak to him, immediately.
There's a swarm of droids out there, some bizarre creature wandering around--what were the rest of you doing?
That's not the answer you really want, is it?
I came hoping you could answer a few questions, Zah'lis. Suddenly, I have several more.
And if you keep talking this way, you'll "become" a footnote in history.
You see? Arrogance always follows privilege.
In that case, enlighten me instead of blustering.
Too bad you couldn't take a warning from our little watchdog.
So poor, stupid Commander Niccos was right; a Jedi has come sniffing about.
I was born as Dray Zah'lis. But you have no idea what I have become.
How did you even know who to... no. Only your punishment matters.
Are you saying... someone did this to you? They gave you Force powers?
So, you understand. Or pretend to.
"Enlightenment." You Jedi love to hide behind that word.
Your strength in the Force is just an accident of birth. But what if it didn't have to be that way?
You're either born Force sensitive or you're not. It's not possible to give someone strength in the Force.
What if a connection to the Force could be given, to those who actually deserve it?
Intriguing. To be Force sensitive by merit, instead of by chance....
He seems pretty convincing.... Are you sure?
To be... able to choose who you are. Imagine.
Um. There's some compelling evidence to the contrary, Jedi.
Fascinating; if you're amenable to having your head filled with mystical nonsense.
To earn is not for us to decide, Herald. Our wisdom is not Scorekeeper's!
Who are you talking about?
All I see is a madman who needs to be destroyed.
I don't know what brought you to Bothawui. But you're never leaving.
Dangerous path to go down, Jedi.
Certainly more interesting than the current state of affairs.
Troubling prospect.
That would be some powerful leverage. If it's true.
That you were given a choice?
Analysis: Master, this state of affairs could cause considerable upheaval in galactic society.
Please, master, must we keep listening to him?
But who would get to decide if you've earned it?
But he saw me for who I really was. He gave me the gift of Force abilities--he gave it to all of us. Do you see?
Zah'lis, whatever you believe, whatever's happened to you, we're not enemies.
He gave me purpose again. You'd take it away, if you could.
These creatures are preliminary sketches--Force sensitive scraps created from nothing. His masterpiece is still coming.
His name is Torwin Vehl. For now, it suits him to be called a Sith.
You think that this person is able to imbue people--and these creatures--with Force sensitivity?
You wish to discuss strength in the Force? "Now you are truly free, Zah'lis." Isn't that what the young Sith said to you?
If you're so proud of whoever did this to you, let him claim his work. Give me his name.
Herald, have fought kath hounds on a dozen worlds. Never have I seen one that used your Force.
If I'm right, and I usually am, these would be the first Force sensitive kath hounds ever recorded.
Kath hounds aren't Force sensitive. What is this?
Force sensitive Bothans, I've seen. But Force sensitive kath hounds? That's new.
This poor beast was using the Force. But it felt wrong, like it was twisting up inside.
Master, do be more careful. I've never even heard of a Force sensitive kath hound.
Admission: I cannot find a record of Force sensitive kath hounds in my database, even cross-referencing "mythology" and "hallucinations."
No. No, you can't know about that. How...?
You call yourself a master, but Torwin Vehl puts Jedi to shame. He's unique. He could have given anyone Force sensitivity, and he chose me.
The man you saw is Torwin Vehl. However the Force speaks to you, it speaks louder to him.
This Sith, Torwin Vehl, is connected to a disaster that will destroy the galaxy. I've seen it.
What made you worthy of such an honor?
I'm going to find Torwin Vehl, and he's going to explain everything to me, willingly or not.
Lies won't make me betray him.
I saw years of occupation. Thousands dying. Our resistance was meaningless.
So when Torwin Vehl asked about some old ruins, I said yes--anything to end this. But I got so much more.
It won't happen. You'll never find him.
Master Jedi? Commander Niccos here. We haven't heard anything from you or the resistance.
Zah'lis is powerful and very dangerous. I need him placed in custody before he threatens anyone else.
Zah'lis? But he's--what are you talking about?
This dark thing serves madness. Wields power that should not be his.
Your Bothan ally turned out to be Force sensitive, and several nibbles short of a picnic.
Zah'lis is Force sensitive. And hates our guts.
I hope you've got heavy restraints on hand, Commander, or something that can hold a Force sensitive.
Master Zah'lis needs help. His Force abilities are... he's a danger to himself and other people.
Master, please, convince him to put Master Zah'lis where his Force powers can't hurt anybody.
Advisory: Initiate any procedures you have for containing dangerous Force sensitives.
I'll... I'll send someone out there to get him. Perhaps we can clear this up.
Can you meet me at my command post? I'd like your advice on some baffling field reports... about monsters with strange powers.
Would these reports concern beasts or animals that seemed to have Force abilities?
Yes. How did you know that?
I'll leave the farmstead as soon as I can, Commander. My findings are similar; this bears investigation.
Perhaps those monsters could lead me to what I'm looking for.
We rerouted the Ser'feya speeder pad to keep the droids contained, but these codes should fix that, and get you to the command post.
Torwin Vehl will come for me. You can't stop what's coming.
Your loyalty's impressive. But I swear, all I want from Torwin Vehl is answers. I won't hurt him.
Tell me. What is Torwin Vehl intending to do?
You wouldn't understand even if I could explain.
Save it for someone who's paid to hear your ranting.
For a moment I thought I saw... there was a woman standing there.
That vision must have affected me more than I thought. Now I'm imagining people as well.
I saw also, Herald. Masked, yes?
But I scent nothing. Perhaps, with Scorekeeper's blessing, we follow her trail elsewhere.
I guess I imagined this great big blip on my sensor network, too.
Apparently, she's not interested in getting better acquainted. Perhaps we should go.
I saw her, too. Hiding her face.
Maybe she overheard us talking to Niccos. Let's go.
A woman in a mask? Yeah, I saw something, just for a minute.
Maybe Commander Niccos knows who she is. We should probably get to the command post.
No, you're right, I saw her too. Hello?
She didn't look like a resistance fighter. I wonder.... Come on, Commander Niccos is waiting for us.
Maybe we gave her the wrong impression. Come on, the commander's waiting.
Oh no, master, there was certainly a young lady there.
May we meet the commander now? Or return to the ship? This is such a dreadful place.
Affirmation: I also registered a new target, master, though the organic is no longer within sensor range.
Perhaps we should leave. Unless you wish to take precautionary measures by razing this hovel to the ground.
I've had enough of this place. Commander Niccos is waiting.
Any great power attracts its opposite. He taught me that. You're the proof, and I will never help you.
You say that, Jedi, because you need to believe it.
You're absolutely sure?
It's not? I mean... we know a lot about the Force, but are we sure we know everything?
I was helpless. Another fool believing this resistance could eventually work.
Is not for us to choose such talents. Is for Scorekeeper to bless, or not, as she sees fit.
Is not way of things. Herald, is this not so?
Please, master, we should get away from him while we can.
Master, my protocols suggest not arguing with madmen.
Correction: Ignoring empirical evidence is a sign of dementia, master.
Tactical: Such an individual would be worth pursuit.
I'm sorry. But I can't risk his life. He's more important than you or I. His gift will change everything.
Wait. Who is "he"? How can he have this gift?
Zah'lis, there's no need for violence. All I want is to understand.
Be warned, Zah'lis: Make yourself a threat, and I'll treat you like one.
I've already said too much.
I can't let the Jedi have him. I can't take that chance.
Swear whatever you like.
Zah'lis mentioned a man called Torwin Vehl. I think he's behind what's happening; I need to find him.
I could ask SIS for a report. But please, don't be long; things are getting strange.
I saw one of those creatures outside. It attacked me with... they seemed like Force abilities. What's going on?
Shocking, isn't it? When lesser beings have the abilities you take for granted?
It looks like... Is that Dray Zah'lis? Is everything all right?
Save your preaching. You'll have plenty of time to scrawl it on your cell wall.
Wait, what unusual abilities?
Untrained Force talents. You should keep him isolated for now.
A burning: The boy's gift consumes! I cannot... I....
I've brought in a team to sweep the lab and destroy the materials here. There'll be nothing the Empire can use.
But I wanted to thank you in person. Those creatures were horrific. I owe you for stopping them--and Torwin Vehl.
The boy's gift--I am devoured! Please, no!
Whatever the Custodian was, nobody deserves to die like that.
A forgiving, please. The one who guards, could not guard against this. Stop the boy. If the Shrouded Ones wake, the galaxy will burn.
"The galaxy will burn." That's what I glimpsed through the Force--what will happen if Torwin wakes these Shrouded Ones.
Torwin was so desperate to convince the Custodian that he gave him too much power. Fool.
I've seen monsters in my time. But that... the Force is strength, purity of will, not... anarchy!
So much for answers. What is Torwin? What in the galaxy have I been protecting?
The Force has shown me my path. I need to find these Shrouded Ones before Torwin does.
I intend to find out, before Torwin wakes these Shrouded Ones and drags the galaxy down in flames.
I wondered what it would take to make you understand: Torwin is a monster who must be destroyed.
Along with these "Shrouded Ones," I take it.
And how will you do that?
Perhaps my contacts have a scrap or two of information. Assuming you trust me to consult them alone.
You check in hourly with me, or my allies. You deliver all of the information you get, and if you double-cross me, I'll kill you.
I trust you that far, at least. I have my own leads to look into; we can talk later.
Very well, but if you take too long, I'll assume you've had second thoughts about our truce. We can talk on my ship later.
So, here is the length of my leash.
My mission here is complete, but I have troubles elsewhere. The Sith are determined I never get a moment's rest.
I can bring my findings to your ship. Fewer interruptions.
Give me the situation on Bothawui, Commander. How are things looking out there?
We could speak aboard your ship. This room is about to become crowded.
Master Jedi. When we saw the holotransmitter destroyed, we thought... well, I didn't know what to think. Is everything alright?
More than alright. You shouldn't have any more trouble with those beasts.
We're doing better. Still working on the Empire, but the beast attacks seem to be stopping.
We're not backing down because this might be difficult.
Pfagh. Herald has Force and Scorekeeper's wisdom, dark thing--what is you have?
We usually muddle through okay.
Good. My men have suffered enough.
This is the advance team you asked for. They'll secure the lab and get any living specimens offworld.
If any more of those things appear, be prepared to destroy them. I won't be here to help.
Don't worry; if they turn up again, I'm calling in a full battalion.
I'd be interested in any information you can put together on a Darth named Kallomena.
The boy had help getting off Bothawui, but he's no longer a threat here. If I'm fortunate, he won't be free for long.
I see. Is she going to be a problem?
Blast it. I don't have much influence off-planet, but I have friends in SIS I can contact. Torwin might get careless.
That seems fair. Besides, it's about to become crowded in here.
Take care out there. You've made a lot of friends on Bothawui.
We'll be fighting the Empire for a while yet. I know you've got your mission, but... hope to see you around.
No, Herald is Scorekeeper's favored. But is wise to be prepared.
With our fortunes, who knows? But one should be prepared.
Forewarned is forearmed.
Probably not for you, Commander, but we could use any intel.
Don't worry about us, Commander. But a little extra knowledge won't hurt.
I certainly hope not!
Calculation: There is a thirty-eight percent probability.
Hmm. Maybe the SIS has heard of her; I'll send you anything worth knowing.
The charges were placed to your exact specifications, sir. Been there for quite some time. We just need the order.
To arms, men! Defend the charges!
Stop right there, Republic scum!
Take the Jedi down!
Patience, Sergeant. If we move charge seven about... fifteen centimeters, we'll submerge twenty kilometers instead of ten.
The Jedi's already breached the control center, sir. With all due respect, I believe we should... finish first.
Disarm these charges, and you can leave in peace.
Please, don't insult him. Ninety-six percent of surrenders end in incarceration.
I've heard the Blight has a way with figures.
"The Blight." I do enjoy that. Seventy-three percent more intimidating.
Your chances of survival just dropped to... zero.
I doubt that. Grylls here is the finest sharpshooter in my battalion.
Sergeant, increase rate of fire to twenty-five hundred. Then you may blow the charges and return to Camp Sovereign.
Destroy this dam, and you'll destroy countless innocent lives.
Ten thousand, five hundred and sixty-eight. I know.
How can you work for a man who treats everyone like a number?
He's a colonel. I'm a sergeant. Are all Jedi this dense?
Increase it to a million if you like. One by one, you're still going to die.
Havoc on deck!
It's a pleasure to see you again, Major.
Blasted good to see you again, Major.
We really owe you. After all that time locked up on Belsavis, we've finally gotten a chance to prove we aren't a bunch of sickos bombing civilians for kicks.
I hear you're the ones getting me to the surface for this bunker assault.
That's affirmative. And it's going to be quite a ride.
I've been looking forward to seeing what you can do behind the stick.
You won't be disappointed.
After everything I had to go through to wrangle you people, one op isn't nearly enough payback.
Tell you what, we can argue about who owes who more when you see what we're pulling to get you down to the ground.
Your objective, Imperial bunker 227, is the central command post for infantry and anti-aircraft defenses throughout the region.
Your target is Imperial bunker 227: heart of the regional infantry and anti-aircraft defense grid, and all-around tough nut to crack.
So what's the plan--you fly interference while we shuttle in? How close can we get?
What is the maximum effective coverage? How close will you be able to deploy us?
The Imperials can hide behind as many cannons and shields as they like--they won't stop us!
You think you can get us anywhere close to the place, or should I go get dressed for a nature hike?
We're dropping you right on their heads. We'll be making a full-speed bombing run over the bunker--and you'll be inside one of the bombs.
The higher the wall, the greater its weight--and the more cracks appear in its structure.
We were able to find a few gaps in the grid--but fancy flying is going to be our best defense.
Observation: The effectiveness of anti-aircraft cannons is greatly reduced by the application of orbital atomic bombardment.
Think the Bothans might get touchy about us making that big of a mess. But we'll definitely be laying down some pain.
Oh, dear... I should have upgraded my internal stabilizers. This is sure to be a turbulent landing.
Hah! Your droid knows our style.
Our plan is to hit 'em with a full-speed bombing run--with you riding down inside one of the bombs.
Orbital drop pods are one thing... not sure I've ever seen it done with a starfighter.
Well, you're gonna get a front-row seat!
This is the best plan I've ever been a part of.
Glad you approve.
Bombs aren't exactly known for soft landings, people. Have you lost your minds?
Ah, don't worry so much.
The bomb has been specially modified to ensure a rapid, but safe, landing. You'll take the enemy completely by surprise.
We've modded the bomb with repulsorlifts that kick in right before impact--you'll be fine, and the Imps will be too busy to notice.
We'll be dropping a few hundred tonnes of HE munitions on the bunker, too--should keep most of the guards busy while you charge the command center.
You've thought of everything. When do we begin?
There's just one last thing to sort out--your reporter.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but... this could actually work.
I wouldn't mind seeing the safety certifications for this... device... but the principles seem sound enough.
I have the utmost faith in the capabilities of Republic technicians!
Can we start deploying for all of our missions this way?
Yuun sees no reason such a device couldn't work, and looks forward to examining its components more closely.
Approval: I do enjoy seeing a look of surprise in an organic's face before disposing of him. This plan practically guarantees it.
I'm not going to lie--I'm still a bit nervous about this plan.
The tech's been through plenty of tests. It's as safe as dropping someone out of a supersonic starfighter and into open combat can be.
There's one other matter: the reporter, Rylo Kann. He asked us to discuss our service history with the Republic.
Now, one last thing--Rylo Kann asked us to do some interviews, talk about our "history of noble service" to the Republic.
You're only giving this crazy plan a shot because it's going into Rylo Kann's broadcast.
You think we want to show off for that runt? Please.
He thought it'd be a great idea to interview us after the mission is over, talk about our "history of noble service."
Is this guy aware that we were locked up for bombing Imperial civilians? Sure, we were duped into it, but that doesn't make it a happy, patriotic story.
The point of this publicity campaign is to show everything. Don't hold back--tell him exactly what you went through.
Talking about the bombing and Belsavis would only shake people's confidence. Make up something else--understood?
Understood. We'll think of something when we get back.
I've got orders to cooperate with Rylo, but you don't. Ignore him.
If you think that's best. We'll take care of it after the mission.
All pilots--board your fighters and prepare for takeoff!
If you say so, Major. We'll sort it all out when we get back.
All right, everybody, enough chitchat! Get to your fighters and prep for takeoff!
Your ride's ready whenever you are--just hop in.
We've been asked to provide an interview once the mission is over, discussing our service history with the Republic.
Understood, Major.
Thanks, Major.
With pleasure.
It's a pleasure, sir.
This is a restricted area!
Who dares? I'll have your skin for boots!
You! No... no! Where's Pertie? What did you do to my sister?
You know those Imperial interrogation things you were using? Turns out you can set them to "extra crispy."
Relax--my Republic friends took her away. She says hello.
Her heart really wasn't in the whole revenge thing. She's taking a job dancing on Hutta.
The faster you idiots line up, the quicker I can send you to see her. Who's first?
When we detonate these toxic waste drums, the whole complex goes sky-high. The radiation blast will fry the city.
Impressive. Your family has exceeded the Empire's expectations. If the Republic must take Bothawui after we leave, let them choke on it.
These people are really good at sabotage. They've been polluting your crops for years on behalf of the Bothan resistance.
What? Is that true?
Uh... that's a lie! Shut up!
This is "Operation Toxic Payback"? Code name's a little obvious. Anyway, you're not destroying Bothawui while I'm around.
Ugh, you Imperials and your menacing speeches. When the shooting starts, I'm aiming for your mouth.
She killed her!
He killed her!
Give her back, right now!
Liar! She promised she wouldn't do that again!
Someone kill this walking insult! Give me my revenge or don't bother coming home!
You heard Kashtinn. None of you gets to live in our space mansion until that captain is dead.
You heard Kashtinn. None of you gets to live in our space mansion until the captain and her little pet are dead.
You heard Kashtinn. None of you gets to live in our space mansion until the captain and his little pet are dead.
Pet? I am a starship steward utility droid of the finest-quality manufacture! Master, I require a weapon!
Request: When we finally catch up to that particular troublemaker, please permit me the satisfaction of deleting her.
Pet? She has just ensured a painful demise.
Bowdaar is not little!
Hey--hey! Let's just shoot this out minus the insults.
I guess we do have kind of an unbalanced partnership....
If you're trying to make me angry, honey, it's working.
Every crop for a thousand kilometers gets poisoned by fallout. The only things Bothans will plant here are tombstones.
It seems my praise was premature. How did this intruder get here?
Thank you! I won't rest until the trespassers perish.
Easier than faking the accent. Excuse us, Colonel.
Longspear, this is Raven Squad, cease fire! Cease fire! You're destroying our own bunker, what are you--ugh! You again?
That bunker is going to be a smoking ruin any minute now. No more burning down farms and crops.
Sorry, I'm just not that easy to kill.
You dropped a bomb on me, so I'm dropping some artillery shells on you. Seems fair enough.
Oh, what's one little air strike between friends?
Look, you've already won this round--we're falling back to Liah'starn on the double. Think you could lay off the cannons while we evac our wounded?
I just want to get these boys and girls home alive. You've taken them out of the game, there's no need to keep firing.
I'll give you three minutes. Get your wounded people out.
I don't enjoy killing, but I have to make sure your people back off.
When I have the chance to kill some Imps, I take it. And you're next on my list.
My commanders happen to agree with you.
You burn people's homes to the ground, and then ask us for a time-out?
What assurances can you give that we can trust you?
Nonsense! No mercy for Imperial scum!
This gal's got some serious nerve. I like her.
Yuun would gladly embrace an alternative to further death, but... how can we trust these words?
That would certainly be a very honorable thing to do, master.
Rejection: A wounded foe is a job half-finished. I was not programmed to leave jobs half-finished.
Much obliged. Next time I see you, I might just shake your hand before I start shooting.
Blast it... win or lose, I'm finding you again before this is over.
If you don't find me before this is all over, I'm going to be very disappointed.
The plan worked! The Imperials are double-timing it toward Liah'starn.
Transmitting rendezvous coordinates now. Meet up with us, and we'll plan our own entrance into the city. Balkar out.
That's fine--I like a challenge.
Burning people's houses down wasn't my idea--no sport in it. I don't even care about this planet, honestly.
I couldn't care less whether the Empire keeps this rock or not, all right?
[This shuttle will take you to the Ser'feya Farmstead.]
[You have initiated containment measures.]
Master Jedi. I heard from our last surviving scout--he said he'd given you a lead on Torwin Vehl, and... where are you?
It's a cold storage facility. It looks like Torwin has been using it to conduct his experiments.
Enough. You will be dealt with, Jedi. And then... I need a moment's clear thought.
[This console is displaying a number of functions for the lab, including defense and containment protocols.]
The information led me to a facility full of those beasts--I think he's been using it as a laboratory. But there's no sign of Torwin.
I haven't been able to corner Torwin yet. I found a facility full of his beasts, but he's still on the run.
More of those monsters? I... we can't take many more attacks. What do you recommend?
Send a team to secure this facility and these beasts. We can study them offworld and learn more about Torwin's ability.
Commander, I'm authorizing the destruction of this lab and all its specimens. Nothing should remain to threaten the Bothan people.
Confirmed. If any more are loose, we need all the intel we can gather.
Understood. Believe me, I'll have no shortage of volunteers.
Wait. Master Jedi, your signal is breaking up. Can you hear me? What about Torwin Vehl--can we track him down?
No. Not since I finally convinced that fool boy to leave.
All it took was opening a few cages, to show the mindless savagery of what he's made. To show him that without discipline, there can only be chaos.
I wondered when you'd turn up again. Clearly one beating wasn't enough for you.
You unleashed these beasts and endangered your own men, just to prove a point to Torwin?
Listen to me. For the galaxy's sake, I have to find him. Tell me where he is.
Gone. I watched his shuttle take off myself. He won't defy me again.
And you didn't kill me. Victory is relative.
Describing a flame doesn't have the impact of sticking your pupil's hand in a fire.
I am both Darth and general, a servant to Darth Marr, entrusted with the... the honor, of protecting Torwin Vehl.
These aberrations he has made scream through the Force. But I know my duty. Questioning it would make me no better than a Jedi, with your endless hand-wringing.
You don't truly believe that. You are questioning your path.
I cannot allow an enemy of the Republic to stand!
I'll go one further, Sith. If you obey without question, you're no better than a droid.
I know my path leads to order. Torwin will be made to understand.
Then strike!
I've thrived on duty, as Jedi fall prey to their own uncertainties. To....
Bothawui is your responsibility, Commander; this is your decision. I have a Sith to find.
Understood. I'll sleep a lot better if that facility's destroyed; I'll get a team together.
Identity = confirmed // Congratulations on your victory!
TREEK: Bowdaar is supreme master of this game! Do not insult his skill!
Havoc to resistance. Come in.
Sorry, Major, nothing yet.
All right. I'm going to report in, but keep looking. We wouldn't want to leave without any souvenirs.
Raven Squad to central: Strike confirmed. Tell the pilot he did some nice landscaping.
Copy, Raven. Proceed immediately to reinforce objective six. Firefall protocol has been initiated. Repeat, Firefall is go.
Understood, Raven out. Blast it....
No souvenirs today, friends--need to move out right away. Sholl, you take point.
Found her!
Found him!
Major! Are you alright? We couldn't really see what happened. Do you need some water? Get the major some water!
Don't worry, Rylo, I'm still kicking.
Raven Squad called in the air strike... their commander is a major named Varis. What do we know about them?
Get out of the way, Rylo. We have work to do.
Some Imperial commandos were searching the wreckage--I heard them say something about "initiating Firefall protocol." It sounded urgent.
No....
"Firefall" is a scorched ground retreat. The Imps are falling back, but they're destroying everything they possibly can on the way out.
What's the tactical assessment of this bunker? What will we need to drive the Imps out?
Every man the Empire sends out to vandalize farms is a man we don't have to face in Liah'starn.
"Firefall" denotes a retaliatory strategy employed during an Imperial retreat. It calls for total annihilation of all civilian resources: homes, crops, equipment and people.
Hey there. Still in one piece?
There you are--slow movements, now. Make sure everything is in place.
I knew it! No craven Imperial bombing could fell the commander of Havoc Squad!
You're still alive, too? Remind me not to buy stolen Imp bombs anymore.
Yuun rejoices to find you safe and whole, sir.
Master! Oh, it's such a relief to find you intact!
Observation: You are very difficult to kill, master. I will note this in my memory banks.
Here they are!
Commando unit. One of the best. Bit of a loose-cannon reputation, but I still figured they'd be fighting with the main Imperial force.
Our scouts confirmed it. A few Imperial squads are already out burning fields, and hundreds more are gathering at bunker 496, a few clicks from here.
This one's even more secure than the last one. We have to mobilize the resistance and attack in force!
We need to gather every able-bodied fighter we've got and hit that bunker right away.
Agreed. We have to drive them back before they can cause any more damage!
You can't expect my people to stand by while their homes and livelihoods are destroyed!
If hordes of resistance fighters storm an Imperial bunker, they'll realize we're a threat. We can't risk that.
There's an Imperial artillery battery not far from bunker 496. Havoc could capture the artillery and use it to destroy the bunker while the Imps are still getting prepped inside.
Tell me where to find the artillery, and we'll send the Imps packing.
Got the coordinates right here. The place isn't a fortress, but there are still plenty of sentries posted--watch out.
Thank you, Major. Good luck.
Surely an orbital strike or another bombing run from Dagger Wing could settle this faster.
Retasking the Daggers or one of the warships in orbit could take hours--we need to act now.
This is war--damage is inevitable. I say we ignore the bunker and move against Liah'starn right away.
Have you lost your mind?
We're not going to let the Imps hurt these people any more than they already have.
You'll find the artillery battery here. It's not as heavily guarded as the bunkers, but stay sharp.
After the explosion, I saw them searching the wreckage. But then they were called away, something about "initiating Firefall protocol."
Havoc to resistance: Cache two secured.
Copy, Havoc. Please hold position until retrieval team arrives.
Major! Rylo here. Wanted to get some quick shots of you helping the resistance.
While we're at it, why don't you talk a bit about the situation. How's it feel to be helping the Bothans win their freedom?
I'm proud to be helping our allies finally drive the Empire off their world.
Aiding in guerrilla warfare is just part of being a SpecForce soldier.
I can't believe you had the dispatcher keep me here just to do another interview.
Are you in danger? I heard you say the area was secured. It's important to get your thoughts in the moment; it adds realism.
Look, grabbing a quick image after a battle is one thing. Putting an entire operation on hold is something else.
Perhaps this discussion could happen a bit later, when we aren't in the middle of an operation?
You don't want to hear my thoughts, pal.
Yuun apologizes for interrupting, but this discussion seems poorly timed.
If I may say so, I'm not sure this is the ideal setting for an interview....
Protestation: This discussion is an utter waste of our time, master.
Hey, look, just one more question, then: How do you think the Bothans will do when the battle for Liah'starn begins?
I promise, this is the last question: How do you think the Bothans will do when the battle for Liah'starn begins?
The Bothans have been preparing for this for years. I'm sure they'll fight bravely when the time comes.
There's no way to know how new soldiers will do in battle until they actually face it for real.
Don't bother me in the field again, Rylo.
But--Major! Major?
I'm sure with your leadership, they'll do just fine.
A vote of confidence from the Republic's finest!
All right, thank you for your time, Major. Rylo out.
Well spoken, sir! The Bothans are truly fortunate to have one of the Republic's finest soldiers fighting for their freedom.
Great, great. Let's see, what else....
In the war against tyranny, all useful tactics must be employed!
"Helping the helpless fight back," great stuff. Now, what else did I have....
Come on, are we actually playing along with this nonsense?
Ah, yes, one last question: How do you think the Bothans will do when the battle for Liah'starn begins?
Havoc to resistance: Weapons cache one is secure.
Copy, Havoc. Retrieval team is en route. Proceed to cache two.
[OPTIONAL: For Chall, the current situation is the culmination of years of planning and subterfuge.]
[Chall seems to view the Player and everyone else as interchangeable pieces in the Bothans' elaborate plans.]
[Chall eventually excuses himself to get back to work organizing the resistance fighters' missions and wishes the Player luck.]
Welcome, Major.
Thank you for your help.
Please, hurry!
Thank you so much.
Good luck!
Watch your back. Things are getting weird around here.
So we lose a prime opportunity to kill Imperials, and my men suffer for it. I hope you're happy. Sir.
Nice work at the Nar'less Bunker. The only good Imperial is one that's breathing toxic gas.
Once we grab our gear, we're heading for the exit; you see to the generator.
Stop right there! Identify yourself! How did you get past those things?
I saw your distress call to Commander Niccos, Lieutenant. I'm here to help.
All right. If you've got a plan, Master Jedi, Kaley and the rest of us can head for the exit.
The Empire's end can't come soon enough.
I know you've been through a terrible ordeal, but I'm not your enemy. Breathe easy, and let's talk.
I'm the person with the lightsaber. That should answer all your questions.
Kaley, he's a Jedi. He's probably here to stop the generator overload.
Yes, we heard about Dray Zah'lis. That treacherous son of a stone-ray got off easy.
How long do we have to stop it?
I'm trying to learn more about these creatures, and their purpose. I believe they were created by a Sith.
If you say so. Welcome to the darkest corner of the Nar'less Bunker. The Imperials and their monsters tore open our defensive line.
Nearly a hundred dead, for nothing. One of the biggest creatures got into the power room and cracked the generator casing. A toxic overload is imminent.
It's fine, Kaley. She's a Jedi; she probably came to stop the generator overload.
I've encountered traitors in the Bothan resistance. Perhaps this situation is due to more than bad luck.
With you here, we can push back to the entrance. That just leaves the generator; hitting the emergency shutoff should fix this.
Sith critters? Figures. They just came out of nowhere; it's like they're in a frenzy.
Best case, probably less than an hour.
Lieutenant, I've faced ancient horrors and torn Sith Lords from their pedestals. I'll handle this for you.
But you'd have to kill that beast inside to reach it. It'd be a suicide mission. That thing is a terror.
Forewarned is forearmed. If you can tell me anything about this creature, now's the time.
I have no intention of falling to this beast. Your men have done enough, Lieutenant; leave it to me.
Our blaster shots only seemed to annoy it. And somehow it could knock us over like feathers, even if it was barely touching us.
Good luck. I only wish we'd had some luck defending this place.
You mean Dray Zah'lis? Hmph. That traitor's lucky the resistance didn't catch him first.
Warning: Structural integrity at twenty-two percent. Release pressure at valve sixteen or forty-seven to avoid catastrophic failure.
Valve sixteen = submerge uninhabited area // Valve forty-seven = submerge Imperial outpost // Projected loss of life = hundreds // T7 = recommends valve sixteen
From valve sixteen, nowhere important. From valve forty-seven... a fully staffed Imperial outpost. I prefer nice, clean, bloodless rivers, myself.
Imperial outpost from valve forty-seven... absolutely nothing from valve sixteen. Pretty obvious choice, unless you like bloated, floating corpses.
Valve sixteen will release water into the wilderness. Valve forty-seven will release it towards the Imperial Outpost Roban.
Valve sixteen... uninhabited area. Valve forty-seven... Imperial outpost. No POWs or civilians on base. Recommend surprise attack.
I sense nothing before valve sixteen. But there is life before valve forty-seven. An Imperial outpost. They have shown this world no mercy.
Results: From valve sixteen, zero casualties. From valve forty-seven, three hundred. There is an Imperial outpost within range.
From valve sixteen... into the wild. From valve forty-seven... into an Imperial outpost.
Warning: Structural integrity at fifteen percent. Awaiting user input.
Release pressure from valve sixteen. Too many people have died already.
Send an alert to the Imperials, then release pressure from valve forty-seven.
I'm releasing pressure from valve forty-seven. The Imperials have this coming.
Error: Automated pressure-release system offline. Leaks detected in hydraulic lines.
Leaks must be repaired in proper sequence to restore pressure-release system to working order.
T7 = sorry // T7 model = not equipped with tools for repair
You always gotta have the last word, don't you?
So that's what that smell is.
Should have moved charge seven. Would have missed the hydraulics completely.
Blight chose his targets well.
Reminder: I am not programmed for maintenance, master.
Master, I apologize--I know little of hydroelectric dam maintenance. Perhaps I could hand you tools?
Pressure release = allows water to flow // T7 = scanning for life-forms in path
Never made my own river before. Better check where it's going to go....
Flooding populated areas would also be catastrophic. Let's see where it's going first....
A flood will be unavoidable. Determining projected paths of water now.
The power of nature at your fingers. I wonder where it will flow....
Notification: In the interests of allowing an informed decision, master, I am running a pressure-release simulation.
Master, I have taken the liberty of running a quick scan on the projected path of water from each of the proposed valves.
That water will hit like a tidal wave. I should check where it's going first.
That farmstead is the only lead we have on those gangsters. Be careful down on Bothawui.
I'd like to help, but I'm coordinating a planetary invasion. Excuse me.
May the Force be with you and your crew, Captain.
This is outrageous! How does a criminal gang come to possess a superdreadnought that threatens our security?
I read you, Risha. Captain--it's been too long. Republic High Command still talks about your defeat of the Voidwolf. Jealously, I might add.
All they have to do is single-handedly take down an Imperial flagship, and they can join my club. I'll cut them a discount on membership dues.
If it hadn't been for you, I'd still be wandering around Corellia looking for a fight.
I'm the one who's jealous. They see you all the time, but you never call me.
You see what I have to put up with, Sumee?
I could arrange for you to be shot out the air lock together. Then you'd see her for the rest of your life.
The holo chimes on both ends. Try it and see.
I'm not here for a reunion. Risha says you can help me find some people I want a chat with.
He must be worth it.
I regret we never got a chance to team up. Always stuck behind a desk--no place for a Jedi.
Still humble and generous. I've missed you.
How romantic.
I've been reviewing reports about the attack on Port Nowhere. Whoever ordered it must face justice.
The Empire claimed Bothawui in the Treaty of Coruscant. With that peace broken, we're taking it back. Things were going very well until recently.
Does this end with you asking me to save the planet? Because I charge a lot for that--and I'm available.
We've committed a sizable force, but we'll take all the help we can get. The Republic needs this world's agriculture.
What's so special about this place that's worth fighting over?
This is an agrarian world. High-yield farming communities, vineyards and ranches. Resources we desperately need.
The Empire has adopted a "scorched ground" policy as it retreats. Anything you can do to prevent that here is greatly appreciated.
I'm not here to help the Republic win the war. Are you gonna help me find the people who hit Port Nowhere, or not?
Of course--but it wouldn't hurt you to return the favor. The Republic desperately needs this planet's food resources intact.
This is Fenn Traw'lurr of the Bothan resistance intelligence network. He has information for you.
Greetings, bountiful Captain. Master Sumalee provided only the barest details of your situation. May I ask what your interest is in the Womp family?
I just want to ask a few questions, but I won't lie--I'm not optimistic about the answers.
Ah, good. You already know they are unpleasant.
What's this about me being "bountiful"? Is that how you ask for bribes?
Forgive me--a colloquialism, born of millennia spent tending farmlands.
I plan to fill them with tiny holes. Is that a problem?
Not for me, but they might feel differently.
My network has heard of these people you seek: an extended clan of common criminals and lackeys, noted mainly for petty thievery.
Indeed. Our spies now report a large group of Womp gangsters have taken over a farmstead. To what purpose, we don't know.
I suspect the only digging the Womps do is when they're burying bodies.
Are the previous owners of this farmstead still around?
I don't need to know anything but where they are.
They have vehicles, but nothing for tilling soil.
The original farmers were members of the Sut'valris family-clan. Good native Bothans, dragged off to an Imperial internment camp.
As you wish, but take care.
The farmstead is guarded by heavily armed speeders. The gangsters shoot at any air traffic that comes near.
You guys won't mind if that farm burns to the ground, right? Hypothetically?
Obviously, we would prefer you leave as little of our world in smoking ruin as possible. Good luck.
Always nice to meet a fella who thinks his way around trouble.
Hey, I think! A lot. See if you can guess what I'm thinking now.
Careful--you're gonna make Bowdaar jealous.
My expertise will remain at your disposal should the need arise. Best of luck to you.
It's my most sincere pleasure to serve you. Good luck.
A pleasant stroll in the countryside, huh? I've heard that before. Alderaan, Tatooine, Taris....
Bothawui puts those worlds to shame, trust me. Good hunting to you.
This isn't my first frontal assault.
Apologies. I meant only to serve you with the best intelligence I could gather.
Stay in touch, Captain--and remember it's a war zone. Don't lose your head down there.
Reassurance: I remain eighty-percent functional when my head is removed, master--in case that ever comes up.
We're here to claim heads, not lose them.
Pulled the head off a gundark, once. It kept fighting. Stupid beast.
Reminds me of the time on Ord Mantell when I snuck up behind a separatist and... never mind.
Thank you for that lovely mental image as we race toward certain death.
Don't worry, the captain can still function without it. And thank goodness for us.
Welcome, Captain. I'm doing all I can to help you find the people who attacked Port Nowhere, but the Republic has its hands full.
Let's just say the scum provoked me. The rest is my business.
A personal grudge, then.
They hurt a lot of good Republic citizens. They won't get away with it.
After so long under corrupt Imperial law, it's a pleasure to be reminded of the Republic's high principles.
"Common" and "petty" aren't words I'd use to describe anyone who nearly destroyed a space station.
Petty criminals can't afford war speeders. I'm beginning to think you're on the right course, Captain.
I don't recommend a direct approach. Best you arrive outside the speeders' weapon range and go in on foot.
Captain, are you quite sure I should be accompanying you?
We're closing in on Bothawui, and I have good news.
If the persons responsible are on Bothawui, I may know someone who can help. Meet me at my office on the station.
Master, one of our supply fleets is missing. Nearly two dozen bulk freighters en route here just... vanished.
Excuse me, Captain--duty calls. I requisitioned a private shuttle you can land near the Womp Gang's farm. May the Force be with you.
Captain, I just received an update from the Bothan resistance. Something about you invading Camp Shatter and needing my help?
I'm doing just fine all by myself--but if you've got any bright ideas, I'm listening.
Traw'lurr exaggerated. Everything's under control. How are you--missing me?
Should I remind you that I never miss?
You're a brave man to let me carry a blaster.
Terribly--which is why I'd like to keep you alive.
I don't suppose you have a few good soldiers handy? Promise to give most of them back.
Traw'lurr underestimates me, but you should know better. I don't need rescuing.
I want these criminals brought down as much as you.
General Na'tog owes me a favor. He'll dispatch a commando team to cut off enemy reinforcements and secure your position.
Wish I could do more, but it's one emergency after another. Someone just raided our fleet's refueling depot. Millions of liters stolen. No survivors.
Don't let me keep you--I have a whole bunch of people to shoot. I'll try to leave some for your reinforcements.
I'm starting to wonder if all these random attacks aren't connected. Maybe our gangsters are better organized than we think?
I've never heard of a gang taking out a military refueling depot, but you might be onto something.
Keep in touch--and may the Force be with you.
Sounds like you're in the market for a new supplier. I might know someone--for the right price.
There's a fine line between opportunism and callous greed. Good luck, Captain.
You're good at making extra trouble. Let's lighten that load.
They've repeatedly killed our people, stolen vital resources and escaped justice. Their leader just demanded one hundred trillion credits to end these raids. I need a solution!
Keep yelling like that, and you'll burst a lekku. Relax. It's all under control, Madame Chance.
Chancellor, I believe you're acquainted with the captain.
Of course I am. The Voidwolf's defeat is the only reason I can ignore being referred to as "Madame Chance."
Of course I am. Your success on Makeb bought you considerable leeway with me--but "Madame Chance" is pushing it.
Sounds like you're in the middle of something. I'll come back later.
Don't you dare. Er, the Supreme Chancellor needs your input.
Would you pay fifty trillion credits if I made your problem disappear?
I'm funding a war, not a bounty hunter.
Thanks to the captain's efforts, we know our enemy's name--and forced him to reveal his secret weapon.
Traw'lurr informed me that the dreadnought previously belonged to a Hutt named Barabbula. I've heard him mentioned in history lessons. He was Supreme Mogul of the Cartel three centuries ago.
It's not much to go on--but then again, when is it? My people will run a search on this Barabbula. We'll find something.
Risha, I'm putting you in charge. Get me a lead.
I'm on it. See you back at the ship. Sumee....
Get to the ship and tell Risha to start researching. She knows all the wrong people.
I live to please you, master.
Acknowledgment: I will deliver your message with extreme authority, master.
Any day I get to order Risha around is a good one.
Red Mane will find answers. She's good luck.
She never met a scoundrel she didn't like. On it.
Hey, I'm sort of an underworld expert, too! All right....
Risha? I need everything on a former Hutt Supreme Mogul named Barabbula. I want friends, enemies, tail measurements--got it?
Barabbula sounds familiar. I'm on it.
How does a bigshot Hutt drop off the face of the galaxy in his private superdreadnought without us knowing about it?
The Republic was fighting the Jedi Civil War when this happened. We've asked the Cartel for help, but they're a little distracted.
Thanks for stealing my thunder, lady. I'll just let you and that loudmouthed Bothan handle this.
Forgive me. The truth is, that's all I know. We need your underworld expertise.
Master, your crew could assist the investigation. I'll alert them to this opportunity to please you.
Suggestion: Your organic crewmates could earn their keep by investigating this lead, master. I will motivate them.
Risha enjoys boasting about her underworld knowledge. I'll get her started researching.
Red Mane has good luck. I will tell Risha about this Barabbula.
You know who needs something to do? Risha. I'll get her started on this.
I just had a great idea. Instead of saying something stupid in front of the Supreme Chancellor, I'll go get the crew busy investigating.
I know I've heard the name Barabbula before. I'll go back to the ship and do some digging. Catch you later, Sumee.
I took the liberty of contacting Risha. She's gathering whatever information she can find on Barabbula.
Captain, I'll put this plainly. The Republic's in no position to defend itself from random assaults by criminal thugs with their own dreadnought.
I will not pay that ridiculous ransom. I'm granting you full authority to deal with this. Find that ship and eliminate those gangsters.
I use a very literal interpretation of the word "eliminate."
So do I.
Leave those crazy Womps to me. You go beat up the Empire.
That's the plan.
I'll play along until my losses exceed the potential profit. After that, all bets are off.
There's more potential profit in a Republic that survives, than a galaxy dominated by the Empire. Consider that.
I don't suppose this "full authority" comes with a fancy identicard and one of those spiffy security uniforms?
I'm in no mood for jokes. My people are dying.
If you want my help, keep the speeches to yourself and let me decide how this plays out.
As you wish.
I've kept your survival on Bothawui a secret. Given how badly the Womps want you dead, that seems best. You'll have room to maneuver.
Always a pleasure, Madame Chancellor. Well... here we are again.
My good looks, luck and brilliance combined with your... Jedi-ness... those Womps will never know what hit them.
I was wondering when I'd finally get you alone. Does this office door have a lock?
Risha's under the impression you two have an exclusive relationship. And she's my friend.
Risha seems taken with you. I don't think I can betray an old friend.
You're telling me you two never shared anything before? I know better.
She told you? That was a long time ago. We were different people then.
You enjoy tempting death. Risha told me your Mandalorian crewmate is much more than a friend.
Won't your Mandalorian friend be jealous? Risha seems to think you two are more than friends.
Technically, she's an ex-Mandalorian. And we have an open relationship.
How progressive of you.
Risha's told me a lot about you. She says you're incapable of sustaining an emotional attachment. Luckily, so am I.
Isn't it wonderful when two people find each other in this crazy old galaxy?
Stop talking and get the lights.
Did I miss a memo, or have Jedi standards on romance gotten a lot more relaxed?
Grand Master Satele Shan lifted the Council's ban on romantic relationships. We still can't form attachments, but... I don't think that'll be a problem with you.
It isn't too late to back out. Are you sure want to do this?
Stop asking questions you already know the answers to. I've wanted you since before Corellia. You feel the same way.
I'm going to regret this--but not for a while.
This is one office I'll never look at the same way again.
Let's do this more often. I don't know about you, but I feel ready to take on the whole galaxy.
I'm hoping we won't have to. Fight the whole galaxy, I mean--not the other thing.
You alright? I haven't just driven you to the dark side, have I?
For a moment or two. I'm over it.
This was wonderful, but let's keep it to ourselves. No reason to upset Risha.
I'll change your perspective on all sorts of places, but let's keep it quiet. Akaavi wouldn't appreciate what we have.
I was so wrong. I regret this immediately.
I'm leaving to organize a fleet of scout vessels. We'll see if we can't catch that dreadnought in a hyperspace scanning net. Long shot.
See what your crew's found on Barabbula the Hutt. He's our only link to the Womp Gang. One last thing? This never happened. Goodbye, Captain.
It's just an office. Don't get all dreamy on me.
You're in the clear on that.
My gut just sent me a message that this is a terrible idea. Let's quit while we're ahead.
Your instincts talk to you? Interesting. Maybe you're Force sensitive.
I just remembered I have this important thing to do--save the Republic, blah, blah. Besides, you and I work better as pals. Right?
All engine and no thrust, hmm? I understand.
We've both faced worse odds alone. Together, we'll be more than enough.
We'll have to be.
Here you are again. I've got a ship to catch--do whatever you want.
I'm not planning to sit around here, if you're wondering.
I'll organize a scout fleet to scan for the dreadnought, but it'll be like hunting for a pebble in an asteroid field.
Let's hope your sources know a quicker way to find the Womp Gang. May the Force be with us, Captain.
Master Sumalee, I expect you to coordinate all efforts with the captain. Do not fail either of us. Saresh out.
Remember Master Sumalee, that nice Jedi who helped us beat the Voidwolf on Corellia? She's here. I called ahead to get her working for us.
I remember Master Sumalee. She'll definitely come through. Pretty sure she has a crush on me.
Good old Master Sumalee. Always nice to have her on the payroll.
All the Jedi I've met blur together. Is she the one who carries a lightsaber and moralizes at people?
I'll remind her you're spoken for.
I can snap your neck like a twig.
I hear rumors the Jedi have loosened up on the whole "no romance" thing. You might actually have a shot there, Captain.
Best part is, she works for free. I love altruists.
Close enough.
I don't want Jedi mixed up in this. Our hands might be getting extra dirty.
Use her for information. Sumalee and I go way back--she knows when to mind her own business.
Sumee, you there?
Be ready. I sense something.... A powerful Sith approaches.
I warned you, Jedi. Republic can't hold Ziost forever.
So you're the Emperor's lackey. My condolences on his passing.
The Jedi lies. Are they treating you well?
The Jedi Council betrays you with false hope. The Emperor lives, and his return is imminent.
I will make you bow before me!
Something's wrong... I sense a great darkness descending upon us.
Impossible.
Let it sink in. You know it's true.
'Fraid not, my lord. They refused to massage the cramp out of my heel.
Enough! You will answer for the Sacking of Coruscant!
I watched Sith raze the Jedi Temple while my father was trapped inside. Coruscant burned that day, and now Ziost will do the same.
Your invasion is doomed. By attacking a holy world of the Sith, you only unite the Empire with hatred for the Republic.
You're as bold as you are blind to the Empire's weakness. That is why you'll fail.
There's no glory in burying the innocent under rubble, whatever the outcome.
My ancestors fell prey to Sith sympathies when peace was dangled before them. I won't repeat their mistake.
You die, Ziost falls, the war ends. It's the only way.
Strike me with all of your fury, as your pitiful father was too weak to do!
My father fought valiantly, as will I.
The Wrath!