Episode 21 - Tatooine

  Stardate: 41298.7

  Earth Standard Date: April 18, 2364.

  Location: Personal Reality.

  Decommissioning the Tarellian Plague Ship forced Tyson back into the Antechamber of his Personal Reality. He opened a portal to the Automated Repair Facility, in orbit of the Lehon system's star in the Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic galaxy. He exited onto the facility at the port where the Narada was docked. The massive Romulan mining vessel loomed through the viewport. The sight of it brought back memories of his recent adventure in the alternate timeline, where he had prevented the destruction of Vulcan and captured the formidable ship.

  He had a wealth of Ship Points that were begging to be spent. Tyson considered his options, first would be the Space Hulk Upgrade, giving it an alternate ship size. Even though he could open portals large enough to fit the Narada, the ship was simply unwieldy, given how large it was. The question was, what ship size should he select?

  Tyson hadn't considered it too heavily when he chose the option for the Automated Repair Facility. At the time, he needed to use the smallest size to move the facility between realities, using his Warehouse as an in-between point. But now that his Personal Reality was the size of the Sol system and had an 'outer space,' that wasn't a concern.

  Pulling up his HUD, he scrolled through the available options. The Narada's current size was far beyond what most starships could achieve. Reducing it would make it more manageable and less conspicuous. As he browsed, Tyson realized that along with purchasing the Space Hulk upgrade, it would allow him to give the Narada the appearance of any of the ships that he owned or had Decommissioned previously. This opened up a range of possibilities. He could disguise it as the Tarellian plague ship or the Vulcan ship, Seleya, that he had encountered earlier in his journey. The Narada wouldn't gain any of the abilities of the previously decommissioned vessels, only the cosmetic appearance.

  The idea of transforming the Narada into something more familiar to the Federation appealed to him. This would allow him to utilize its advanced technology without immediately alarming Starfleet.

  [200 SP] Space Hulk (Spaceships)

  You may buy a new size for your vessel. It gains an alt-form having that size, while still having access to everything its original form has.

  Available Frames:

  Tramp Freighter (Ship Size Rating: II)

  Sith Interceptor (Ship Size Rating: I)

  Jellyfish (Ship Size Rating: I)

  D'Kyr Class Cruiser (Ship Size Rating: III)

  Star Forge (Ship Size Rating: V)

  Automated Repair Facility (Ship Size Rating: IV)

  Tyson frowned, his brow furrowing as he scrolled through the available options for the Narada's new appearance. None of them truly sparked his enthusiasm. The D'Kyr class Vulcan cruiser seemed the most practical choice. Since the design came from a Federation member world, it was unlikely to cause concern. Yet, it still felt like settling for something less than ideal.

  He paced along the docking port, pausing to lean against a nearby console. He tapped his fingers rhythmically, deep in thought.

  "What's the rush?" he muttered to himself.

  He was an Ensign in Starfleet, after all. Even with his Speedy Promotions Perk, it might be some time before he reached the rank of Lieutenant Commander or Commander, the minimum required to command a starship officially.

  He had time.

  Why spend Ship Points on an appearance that didn't truly excite him? The Narada was a unique vessel, one with capabilities far beyond most ships in known space. It deserved a form that matched its extraordinary nature.

  He turned back to face the Narada. "You and I," he addressed the ship, "we've got time to find the perfect look."

  Tyson would wait. The perfect design for the Narada would reveal itself in due time. If an emergency situation arose, he would choose the D'Kyr design out of necessity, but otherwise, he would sit on the choice until he found something that 'felt right.'

  Opening a portal, he stepped through, leaving the silhouette of the Narada behind and emerging into the warm embrace of Mediterranean sunlight. He found himself standing on a pristine beach.

  He'd chosen Crete as the starting point of his Personal Mini-Reality. Before him stretched the azure expanse of the Aegean Sea. The gentle lapping of waves against the shore provided a soothing rhythm. Tyson turned, taking in the panoramic view of the island. The coastline curved gracefully, forming secluded coves and dramatic cliffs. In the distance, rugged mountains rose majestically, their slopes covered in a patchwork of olive groves and cypress trees. The air was thick with the scent of wild herbs; thyme, oregano, and sage. He began to walk inland, his feet leaving imprints in the untouched sand. The beach gave way to a landscape of rolling hills and fertile valleys. Wildflowers of vibrant purples, yellows, and reds dotted the countryside, swaying gently in the wind. Climbing a small hill, he paused at the top to appreciate the island's natural beauty. Tyson found a comfortable spot on a grassy knoll and sat down, drinking in the spectacular view. The absence of human activity lent an air of tranquility. The only sounds were those of nature, the rustling of leaves, and the distant crash of waves against the cliffs.

  Yet the island's splendor felt incomplete. No buzz of cicadas or chirps of crickets broke the silence. No deer grazed in the valleys, nor hares darted through the undergrowth. No birds flew upon the breeze.

  He opened his menu. This island could become a thriving, vibrant ecosystem. Tyson smiled, eager to transform the barren landscape into a paradise brimming with life.

  [100 RP] Wildlife for Your Wild Life (Personal Reality)

  This upgrade adds in small forest creatures like rabbits, squirrels, wolves, and bears. Oh, yeah. birds, too, I guess. And bugs... but only mostly harmless ones. Bees, yes, Wasps, no. If you add at least 10 males & 20 females of any moose-sized or smaller species to the system, they will be added in and balanced accordingly. Non-magical species only.

  [100 RP] The Meaning of Life (Personal Reality)

  This upgrade adds fish, shellfish, and pondweed/seaweed. Also the occasional duck or swan or other waterfowl. Maybe some frogs or lizards or small reptilians, but nothing dangerous.

  [Free] The Village (Personal Reality)

  Your Personal Reality now looks like a town in the middle of the woods, or in a mountain valley, or on a cliffside or seaside/lakeside. Not only that, but you can divide up sections of the Warehouse by placing paths or bits of forest or water between them. This includes all Personal Reality expansions you buy, so if you want your Olympian Temple on an island off the coast of your village, that’s fine.

  Reality Points: 400

  As Tyson activated the upgrades, life began to blossom across the island of Crete. Swallows darted through the sky, their forked tails trailing behind them as they swooped and dived in pursuit of insects. Colorful finches perched on thistle heads. In the olive groves, the soft cooing of wood pigeons echoed through the gnarled branches. High above, a pair of majestic golden eagles soared on thermal currents, their keen eyes scanning the terrain below.

  The undergrowth came alive with the rustle of small mammals. Rabbits emerged cautiously from their burrows, their noses twitching as they sampled the air. Hedgehogs snuffled through the leaf litter, searching for insects. In the denser parts of the forest, a red fox hunted.

  Insects buzzed and hummed, filling the air with a constant, soothing drone. Bees flitted from flower to flower, and butterflies danced in the breeze.

  Life flourished beneath the surface in the freshwater streams and ponds. Schools of small fish darted through the clear waters, and frogs croaked from the banks, their bulging eyes just visible above the water line.

  Along the coastline, seabirds wheeled and cried. Gulls patrolled the beaches, their raucous calls carrying on the sea breeze. Cormorants dove beneath the waves, emerging with fish clasped firmly in their beaks. In the shallows, crabs scuttled sideways across the sand, disappearing into tiny burrows as the tide ebbed and flowed.

  The island pulsed with the energy of countless living beings. He closed his eyes, letting the sounds of nature wash over him, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction and connection to this thriving ecosystem he had created.

  Next, he turned his attention to shaping the structures that would form the nucleus of his Personal mini-Reality. He envisioned a blend of ancient and modern architecture.

  First, he focused on the Housing Complex. As he willed it into existence, a grand structure materialized on a gentle slope overlooking the Aegean Sea. The building took shape as a modern interpretation of an ancient Grecian palace, its clean lines and elegant proportions evoked the timeless beauty of classical architecture. The facade was crafted from warm, honey-colored stone. Graceful columns lined the entrance, supporting a pediment adorned with intricate carvings depicting scenes from Greek mythology. Large windows with Mediterranean blue frames offered breathtaking views of the surrounding landscape.

  The roof was tiled in terracotta, its gentle slope reminiscent of traditional island dwellings. A series of terraces and balconies extended from each floor, providing outdoor spaces where one could enjoy the Cretan climate. Climbing vines and potted olive trees softened the building's edges, integrating it further into the natural surroundings.

  Adjacent to the Housing Complex, Tyson shaped the Medical Bay. This structure seamlessly connected to the main building, its design complementing the Grecian aesthetic while subtly hinting at its advanced capabilities. The exterior featured the same honey-colored stone but with more modern lines that suggested the technology within. A pair of stylized Asclepius staffs marked the entrance. The snake-entwined rod was a recognizable symbol of healing. The windows here were tinted an opaque soft blue, providing privacy while allowing natural light to filter through.

  A short distance away, Tyson created the entrance to the Mystical Menagerie. This structure was a monumental gate, its design inspired by the grand entrances to ancient Greek temples. Two massive pillars, intricately carved with animal motifs, supported a heavy lintel stone. Atop this sat a triangular pediment adorned with a relief sculpture depicting a fantastical array of creatures, both real and mythical. The gate itself was crafted from bronze. When closed, the two leaves of the gate formed a seamless mural of intertwining vines and animals.

  As Tyson stepped back to admire his handiwork, he was struck by how naturally the new structures blended into the landscape. Rather than detracting from the island's beauty, they enhanced it, adding a touch of civilization that complemented the natural surroundings. Together, these structures formed what could easily become a small, exclusive resort town. Yet they remained in harmony with the wild beauty of Crete, a perfect balance of man-made elegance and natural splendor.

  As beautiful as it was, he knew that beauty alone wasn't enough. He'd been putting off necessary upgrades, especially given that his Personal Reality wasn't empty anymore. Everyone he'd saved from the Automated Repair Facility and the Tarellians stayed within the Housing Complex. Security was his next priority. The locked doors to the other realities wouldn't be enough to keep this place secure forever.

  He pulled up his HUD, scrolling through the available options. The Central Control upgrade caught his eye. It would be the perfect first step in enhancing the security of his Personal Reality. However, he didn't want it to be easily accessible to anyone who might find their way into this pocket dimension.

  Tyson considered his options carefully. He could place the control room within a building near the Housing Complex, but to secure it, he'd need to purchase the Forcefield upgrade, which would cost another 200 RP.

  It was definitely on his 'to buy' list, but for now, he chose a different approach.

  He decided to place the control room somewhere more remote, somewhere that would be challenging to reach. Tyson and his Companions could access it through portals, but putting the door somewhere inaccessible would be simple.

  But where to choose? He had the entire solar system; he could put it on the moon if he wanted to. The best part of using portals within his Personal Reality was that it was HIS reality. He could open portals anywhere within, even places he hadn't visited previously.

  With a thought, he opened a portal and stepped through.

  The warm Mediterranean air was instantly replaced by a biting, frigid wind. Tyson found himself standing on a ledge of ice and snow.

  He had transported himself to the ice shelf of K2, the second-highest mountain in the world.

  The view was breathtaking. Jagged peaks stretched as far as the eye could see, their snow-capped summits piercing the clouds. The air was thin here, over 6,000 meters above sea level, but the Gray Goo Suit protected him from negative effects.

  He carefully made his way along the ice shelf. The wind howled around him, threatening to push him off the narrow ledge. After a few tense minutes, he reached a relatively flat area, protected somewhat from the wind by an overhanging ice formation.

  "Perfect," Tyson muttered.

  [100 RP] Central Control (Personal Reality)

  This hooks your Personal Reality up with a Smart Pseudo-Intelligent Computer System that tracks the location and condition of all items and creatures brought into your Personal Reality. It will share that information with you or anyone you authorize to use the system. They do not have to have a key, and you can set up varying levels of access. Central Control can also recall your companions to the Personal Reality if you have Portals and command it to, or they are killed and you’ve set up automated recall. It can open your Personal Reality Door from the inside if you’ve given it permission to do so, but it will only admit those it believes will assist you. It can only open doors on which the Access Key has been used, but the key need not be still in that door for the door to be opened.

  Reality Points: 300

  He activated the Control Room upgrade, visualizing how he wanted it to manifest in this harsh environment. As the upgrade took effect, the ice and snow before him began to shift and change.

  A structure emerged from the mountain face. Its exterior was a smooth marble surface that blended seamlessly with the surrounding ice and rock. The entrance was a heavy, reinforced door that looked like it could withstand a direct hit from a photon torpedo.

  Tyson approached the door, which slid open silently at his presence. He stepped inside, and it sealed behind him with a soft hiss. The interior was comfortably temperate.

  Holographic displays flickered to life as Tyson moved further into the room, showing real-time data from every corner of his Personal Reality. One wall was dominated by a massive screen that currently displayed a panoramic view of the Cretan landscape he had just left.

  The Control Room was easily the most secure area within the Personal Reality. So, he integrated several of the other sensitive areas into its design.

  He adjoined the Antechamber opposite the door to the mountain. The Antechamber contained the locked doors leading to other realities. It was also the default location when entering his Personal Reality using the Access Key. Next, he attached the Warehouse, which appeared through a large opening. Its shelves were mostly empty, save the few items he'd found on his adventures that were worth saving. Finally, he installed the Cryo-Chambers, which included the pod holding Ambassador Spock.

  His lips curled into a faint smile as he surveyed the upgrades. His base of operations was now complete, for now.

  Then, a door slid open.

  Tyson turned, shocked. He hadn't expected anyone to ever be able to find the Control Room, let alone so quickly after he placed it. But he released his breath when he realized it was Vicky, his pink-haired droid companion. She came in from the Antechamber, not the door to K2.

  "Love what you've done with the place!" Vicky exclaimed.

  Tyson walked up and gave her a hug and a kiss. The familiar warmth of her embrace was a welcome comfort. She had spent the last several weeks impersonating Darth Malak.

  "Missed you," he said.

  "I missed you too," she replied.

  "How's leading the Sith?"

  Vicky shrugged. "Same as always, minor skirmishes, nothing of note..." She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Except I have something for you."

  Tyson raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh?"

  "That Interdictor you wanted!" Vicky announced excitedly.

  Tyson's face lit up with a broad smile. "You got me a new ship!"

  "I saw the Narada. The ship I have for you is a little more inconspicuous, as far as warships go anyway." They both laughed. "I just wanted to pop by and let you know about the ship. It's docked at the station. And your Sith Interceptor is in the hangar bay."

  Tyson's mind raced with possibilities. Interdictor-class ships were formidable. Capable of pulling ships out of hyperspace and controlling the battlefield. The tactical advantages it offered were immense.

  "Thanks, Vicky," Tyson said gratefully.

  She stepped back, and a portal shimmering into existence behind her. With a final wink, she disappeared through it, leaving Tyson alone once more in the control room. He quickly opened a portal back to the Automated Repair Facility. Stepping through, his eyes were immediately drawn to the new ship docked on the opposite side from the Narada.

  The Interdictor's angular design contrasted sharply with the organic, urchin-like appearance of the Narada. Where the Narada was all curves and protrusions, the Interdictor was sharp lines and aggressive angles.

  Tyson made his way across the station, approaching the Interdictor's airlock. The interior was pristine. The corridors were wide and had a typical utilitarian design. Tyson navigated the ship easily since the layout was similar to the Leviathan. The bridge was spacious, with a raised command platform overlooking several crew stations. The viewports offered a panoramic view of space.

  He couldn't hold back his smile.

  This would be his primary vessel within this universe, while the Narada would be reserved for eventual use in the Star Trek universe and, ultimately, maybe both once he settled on the upgrades he'd apply.

  That was the plan, at least for now.

  Settling into the captain's chair, he ran his hands over the controls. He pulled up the ship's manifest, confirming Vicky's words. The vessel was empty, save for his Sith Interceptor in the hangar bay. No crew, no unnecessary supplies, no additional fighters or shuttles. It was a blank slate. Tyson pulled up his HUD, scrolling through his available Ship Points. He had enough to make some initial improvements to the Interdictor, though it wouldn't need much. The ship was already a formidable war machine for this galaxy, and he'd save most of his Ship Points for the Narada.

  [Free] Import (Spaceships)

  Instead of choosing a Ship Type and Size for purchase, import one space-worthy vessel you already own. Its default Section Size and Rating are that of a ship of the corresponding size. At your choice, ship parts you buy can either replace pre-existing parts of the original ship or exist in addition to them.

  Interdictor Class Cruiser (Spaceships)

  This ship is among the most numerous capital ships seen in action by the Sith Armada during and after the Jedi Civil War. The primary weapons are turbo lasers, but is also armed with a Gravity Well projector, which interrupts hyperspace travel. It possesses deflector shields, an ion drive for sub-light maneuvering, and a hyperdrive.

  Decommission (Spaceship)

  Destroy this vessel. Decommissioned vessels do not self-destruct, they are absorbed by the system. In return, you are granted half of its value in Ship Points. Any living creatures on a vessel when decommissioned will be sent to your Personal Reality along with any CP-backed items. Non-CP-backed items will be destroyed.

  [300 SP] Ship Size Rating: III

  [100 SP] Artificial Gravity

  [100 SP] Hangar

  [300 SP] Hyperdrive

  [50 SP] Fusion Reactor

  [50 SP] Navigation Suite

  [50 SP] Point Defense

  [100 SP] Deflector Shields

  [100 SP] Jump Suppression Field

  [50 SP] Beam Weapons (Turbolasers)

  Total Adjusted Decommission Value: 0 SP

  Unsurprisingly, the Interdictor was worth no ship points. The ship had been made by the Star Forge, a facility he already decommissioned. If it was that simple, he could just use the Automated Repair Facility to create ships to be decommissioned for additional points continuously.

  He considered his options carefully. The biggest weakness of the ship was that it was designed to be crewed by several thousand.

  [100 SP] Follower Crew (Spaceships)

  Your ship can, at your choice, be automatically manned by generic crew members in color-coded overalls or jumpsuits in a futuristic design comprised of the various sapient species in this jump.

  Ship Points: 2650

  Tyson made the purchase, and suddenly, the bridge doors opened, and Sith troopers began streaming in, taking their stations. The once-empty bridge came alive with activity as the silver-armored figures efficiently moved to their posts.

  "Status report," Tyson commanded, testing the responsiveness of his new crew.

  "All systems operational, Lord Typhon," a trooper at the helm responded promptly. "Awaiting your orders."

  Tyson nodded, pleased with the immediate response. The best part of a follower crew created by the system was that they'd be completely loyal to him. He'd never have to worry about them disobeying or questioning his orders. But on the flip side, they'd never offer opposing opinions that had merit or do more than baseline duties. No going above and beyond. He watched as the crew worked. They operated the ship's systems efficiently, but there was a certain mechanical quality to their actions.

  One downside of the follower crew was that they couldn't make command decisions; he needed to purchase Officers for that, and a single officer cost 50 SP.

  As he observed the crew more closely, Tyson noticed that while they wore the iconic Sith armor, it was purely cosmetic. The armor added no real protection, and having functional armor would cost an additional 200 SP. For now, he decided, the cosmetic appearance would suffice.

  Tyson didn't think he'd need any other upgrades for the time being. The Interdictor was already a formidable vessel, and with its new crew, it was ready for action. Eager to utilize his new ship, he thought of where he could go or what he could do. His mind drifted back to his Personal Reality. He had the Menagerie and hadn't added much to it. The Star Wars universe was filled with wondrous creatures, and one planet stood out in his mind as a good first stop.

  "Set a course for Tatooine," Tyson said aloud.

  Several of the follower crew responded in unison, "Yes, Lord Typhon."

  The navigator inputted the coordinates, and the helmsman prepared for the jump to hyperspace. Tyson felt a surge of excitement as the stars outside the viewport began to elongate.

  "Entering hyperspace in three... two... one," the helmsman announced.

  With a lurch, the Interdictor shot forward, the swirling blue tunnel of hyperspace enveloping the ship.

  — Star Jumper —

  Tyson eased the Sith Interceptor out of the Interdictor's hangar bay. The ship's comm system crackled to life as he entered Tatooine's upper atmosphere.

  "Greeting Sith ship, this is the Protocol Officer for the Czerka Corporation. We tried contacting the cruiser in orbit, and they routed us to you, claiming you were the ranking officer."

  Tyson keyed the comm, his voice dropping an octave as he assumed the role of a Sith apprentice.

  "This is Darth Typhon, apprentice to Lord Malak."

  The protocol officer's voice sputtered, clearly caught off guard. "Lord Typhon, I beg your forgiveness. Czerka was unaware any Sith representatives were heading to Tatooine. We heard about the problems surrounding Taris and would like to cooperate in any way possible to avoid any misunderstandings."

  Tyson's lips widened into a grin. The Interdictor's presence in orbit was already paying dividends, ensuring a level of compliance he might not have otherwise enjoyed. He decided to play up his fabricated persona.

  "I'm coming to the surface for leisure," Tyson drawled. "I intend to do some hunting. I assume there will be no issues."

  "Lord Typhon, I'm sending you the coordinates of Anchorhead. It's where our main base is located, and we'd be happy to host you," the officer replied, his tone now deferential. "We recommend landing in the spaceport instead of flying over the dune sea searching for large game. Giving hunting licenses is part of Czerka's purview, and several big-game species will go to ground when sensing starships approaching. It's what makes hunting them difficult. Hunting licenses are restricted, but we would happily provide you with one."

  Tyson considered the offer. It would be easier to blend in and gather information if he played along with the local authorities. "Very well," he conceded.

  "We look forward to hosting you," the officer concluded, his relief evident in his voice.

  Tyson followed the transmitted coordinates, guiding his Interceptor through Tatooine's atmosphere. The planet's endless expanse of sand stretched out below him, broken only by rock formations or the occasional settlement. As he approached Anchorhead, the spaceport came into view, a collection of weathered buildings and landing pads nestled against the backdrop of rolling dunes. He set the Interceptor down gently on one of the vacant landing pads, kicking up a swirl of sand. As the engines powered down, Tyson took a moment to survey his surroundings through the cockpit viewport. The spaceport was busier than he'd expected, with various freighters and personal craft occupying the other bays.

  One ship, in particular, caught his eye. Its design was unmistakable.

  The Ebon Hawk.

  Tyson's eyes narrowed as he contemplated this unexpected development. The presence of the Ebon Hawk could only mean one thing.

  Revan and likely Bastila were on Tatooine.

  He'd known the events of the Knights of the Old Republic games were unfolding in this reality, but he hadn't expected to cross paths with the protagonists again so soon. The last he'd seen them had been when they escaped Taris, heading for Dantooine.

  As he powered down the ship's systems, Tyson considered the implications. He'd have to tread carefully. He willed his Gray Goo Suit to take the appearance of Mandalorian armor. It would fit the hunter motif and would be recognizable by 'Avner's' group.

  Lowering the ship's ramp, he stepped out onto Tatooine's surface. The heat hit him, the air shimmering with mirages even in the spaceport's relative shade. But his suit protected him from any discomfort the temperature would have caused. Sand crunched beneath his boots as he made his way towards the spaceport's main building.

  A Czerka official, likely the protocol officer he'd spoken with earlier, hurried to meet him. The man was sweating profusely, whether from the heat or nervousness, Tyson couldn't tell.

  "Lord Typhon," the official said, bowing deeply. "Welcome to Anchorhead. I trust your journey was pleasant?"

  Tyson nodded curtly, adopting his best Sith demeanor. "It was adequate. Now, about that hunting license..."

  "Of course, of course," the official stammered. "If you'll follow me to our offices, we can process that for you immediately. We've also prepared a briefing on the local wildlife and terrain. Hunting on Tatooine can be quite dangerous for the unprepared."

  As they walked, Tyson's gaze wandered back to the Ebon Hawk. He saw no sign of its crew. They were likely already in Anchorhead, perhaps pursuing their own objectives.

  "Tell me," Tyson said, turning back to the official, "have there been any... interesting visitors to Anchorhead recently?"

  The official hesitated, clearly unsure of how much information to divulge. "We've had the usual traders and moisture farmers, my lord. There was a group of Republic citizens who arrived recently, but they've caused no trouble."

  Tyson nodded, filing away the information. They reached the Czerka offices, a squat, sand-colored building that looked like it had been hewn from the desert. "Please, have a seat, Lord Typhon," the official said, gesturing to a chair in front of a worn desk. "I'll fetch the necessary paperwork for your hunting license right away."

  As the official scurried off, Tyson took a moment to reflect. He was on Tatooine. The Ebon Hawk was docked nearby. And here he was, about to embark on a hunting expedition under the guise of the apprentice to the Sith Lord.

  Tyson couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all. He'd come to Tatooine on a whim, and it seemed the Force… or maybe Q had decided to oblige him in ways he couldn't have anticipated. As he waited for the official to return, Tyson began to formulate a plan. He would get his hunting license, yes, but he would also keep a close eye out for Revan and his companions.

  The official returned with a stack of datapads in his arms. "Here we are, Lord Typhon. If you review and sign these forms, we can issue your hunting license immediately."

  "You mentioned that hunting licenses are restricted. Have you issued many recently?"

  The official paused, his hand hovering over the datapad. He glanced nervously at Tyson, clearly weighing his words carefully.

  "There was one group that received licensure recently," he admitted. "Czerka Corporation allowed them to enter the Dune Sea on the condition that they stop the Sand People raids, bringing their gaffi sticks and particularly the chieftain's gaffi stick as proof." He wiped his brow with a handkerchief. "The Sand People have been interfering in our mining operations for months."

  Tyson nodded, his face impassive behind his Mandalorian helmet. It was likely Revan and his companions. They would be out there, negotiating with or fighting the Sand People. He wondered how far along they were in their mission.

  "I see," Tyson said, his modulated voice betraying no emotion. "And these... raiders. They pose a significant threat?"

  The official nodded vigorously. "Oh yes, Lord Typhon. They've been attacking our sandcrawlers, disrupting supply lines. It's been quite troublesome for our operations."

  Tyson tapped his fingers on the desk, considering. Since he was aware of their presence, he could use this situation to his advantage and cross paths with or avoid Revan's group.

  "And what of other hunting opportunities?" Tyson asked, feigning casual interest.

  The Protocol Officer perked up at this, seemingly eager to change the subject. "If you're searching for big game, there are reports of a Krayt Dragon in the Eastern Dune Sea. Krayt Dragons are rare and extremely dangerous, but I'm sure it's not a problem for someone of your station."

  A Krayt Dragon. Now, that would be a worthy addition to the Menagerie.

  "Tell me more," Tyson prompted, his interest genuine now.

  The official seemed relieved to be on safer ground. "They're massive creatures, my lord. This one has been terrorizing the Eastern Dune Sea for years. Many hunters have tried to bring it down, but none have succeeded." He paused, then added with a nervous chuckle, "Some say it guards great treasures in its lair, but that's just local legend, of course."

  Tyson nodded slowly. "Of course," he echoed, "And where exactly in the Eastern Dune Sea has this dragon been sighted?"

  The official pulled up a map on his datapad, pointing to a region marked with warning symbols. "Here, my lord. Near the Jundland Wastes. But I must warn you, it's treacherous terrain. Sand People territory."

  "I'm not concerned about Sand People," Tyson said dismissively. He leaned forward, examining the map closely.

  "I'll take that hunting license now. And I'll need detailed maps of the Eastern Dune Sea. Provide me with any additional information you have on the Krayt Dragon's habits and territory, as well as any other fauna, large or small."

  The official nodded eagerly, clearly relieved that Tyson seemed interested in the dragon rather than the Sand People situation. "Of course, Lord Typhon. I'll gather everything we have immediately."

  — Star Jumper —

  Tyson leaned forward on the speeder bike, the wind whipping past his Mandalorian helmet as he raced across the sun-baked dunes of Tatooine. The Czerka Corporation had been falling over themselves to accommodate him, even loaning him this top-of-the-line speeder bike to traverse the harsh terrain. He had to admit it had significantly cut down his travel time. As he crested a particularly large dune, Tyson caught sight of a herd of Dewbacks in the distance. The large, reptilian creatures were lumbering across the sand, their thick hides glistening under the twin suns. Tyson slowed the speeder bike, bringing it to a halt atop the dune. He watched the Dewbacks for a moment, considering.

  With a thought, Tyson opened a large portal directly in the path of the Dewback herd. The shimmering gateway led to the expansive desert environment within his Mystical Menagerie. He gunned the speeder bike's engine, circling wide around the herd. The Dewbacks, startled by the sudden appearance of the fast-moving vehicle, began to lumber faster, their powerful legs kicking up sand. He used the speeder bike to herd the Dewbacks, much like a shepherd might use a dog to guide sheep. He weaved back and forth behind the creatures, slowly but surely driving them towards the portal. The lead Dewback, a particularly large specimen, hesitated at the edge of the shimmering gateway. Tyson gave a gentle push with the Force, and the creature stumbled forward, disappearing into the portal with a surprised bellow. The rest of the herd followed. Their instinct to stay together overrode their fear. One by one, the Dewbacks vanished into the portal until the last tail disappeared from view. Tyson closed the portal with a satisfied nod, then revved the speeder bike's engine and continued on his journey.

  As he sped across the desert, Tyson's keen eyes spotted movement in the sand. Womp rats, the ubiquitous pests of Tatooine, scurried about. Tyson began opening small portals directly in the path of the rodents.

  One moment, a womp rat would be scampering across the sand, and the next, it would vanish through a shimmering hole in the air. He made a game of seeing how many he could catch without slowing his speeder bike, opening a portal at just the right moment to catch the unsuspecting creatures. By the time he'd crossed the stretch of desert, He'd sent dozens of womp rats tumbling into his Menagerie. He grinned behind his helmet, imagining the confused rodents finding themselves in a new desert.

  Tyson heard a haunting howl echo across the desert. He slowed the speeder bike, his senses on high alert. The howl came again, closer this time, accompanied by several others. Ivy updated his HUD, streaming information about the predators.

  Anoobas.

  He read the information Czerka provided about these vicious predators. They were Canine-like desert mammals known for their ferocity and pack-hunting tactics. He brought the speeder bike to a stop and dismounted, his hand resting on his lightsaber hilt. From behind a nearby rock formation, the Anooba pack emerged. Their gray fur was matted with sand, and their distinctive lower jaws, complete with chin tusks, gave them a fearsome appearance. The lead Anooba, larger than the others, fixed Tyson with its piercing gaze and let out a low growl.

  Tyson stood his ground, reaching out with the Force to sense the pack's intentions. They were hungry, desperate. To them, Tyson looked like a potential meal.

  The pack began to spread out, attempting to flank him. Tyson acted fast; he wasn't worried about the threat they posed, but he wanted to make their acquisition easier. He opened a large portal behind the pack, the shimmering gateway revealing a glimpse of his Menagerie's desert. The Anoobas hesitated, confused by the sudden appearance of the portal.

  Seizing the moment, Tyson reached out with the Force, creating a powerful push that sent the nearest Anooba tumbling backward through the portal. The creature yelped in surprise as it vanished from view.

  This spurred the rest of the pack into action. They charged at Tyson, their powerful legs eating up the distance between them. But Tyson was ready. He used the Force to lift two more Anoobas into the air, their legs scrambling uselessly as he guided them through the portal.

  The remaining Anoobas, including the pack leader, circled Tyson warily. He opened a pair of large portals behind both him and the pack. As the Anoobas lunged, he used precise Force pushes to guide them into the portals. One Anooba leapt at him, jaws snapping, only to find itself suddenly falling through empty air into the Menagerie. The pack leader, seeing its companions disappearing one by one, let out a furious howl and charged directly at Tyson. Tyson waited until the last moment, then sidestepped, using the Force to guide the Anooba's momentum. The creature's eyes widened in surprise as it found itself running straight through a portal.

  The desert was silent once more, the only sound the gentle hum of his speeder bike's idling engine. As he mounted the bike, Tyson couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. In just one day, he had added a herd of Dewbacks, countless womp rats, and a pack of fierce Anoobas to his collection. And he wasn't done yet. The Krayt Dragon was still out there.

  Tyson revved the speeder bike's engine and set off once more across the desert under the twin suns of Tatooine. He'd hunted enough for now and made a beeline for the Krayt Dragon's location.

  The twin suns of Tatooine beat down mercilessly as Tyson arrived at a large cave where the Krayt Dragon was suspected to be. Several speeder bikes were parked nearby. A Twi'lek and another man stood closer to the cave entrance, engaged in what appeared to be a heated discussion.

  As Tyson dismounted his speeder bike, he noticed another hunter standing perilously close to the mouth of the cave to the northeast. The man's posture radiated impatience and bravado.

  "I'm tired of waiting, Komad," the hunter called out, his voice echoing across the barren terrain. "How big can this dragon of yours be? I'm going in!"

  Before anyone could react, the hunter took a few steps into the cave. Suddenly, a bone-chilling roar reverberated through the air, followed by the hunter's terrified scream.

  "AAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

  The scream was cut short, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. Tyson shook his head at the foolishness of the hunter's actions. Even from this distance, he could clearly see the massive form of the Krayt Dragon curled up within the cave. Its massive head was easily the size of a landspeeder.

  Tyson approached the Twi'lek and the other man, his Mandalorian armor clanking softly with each step. The Twi'lek's eyes widened as he took in Tyson's appearance.

  "Ah, another hunter, I see," the Twi'lek said, his lekku twitching with interest. "You must be here for the Krayt Dragon as well. I'm Komad Fortuna. Perhaps you'd be willing to help us bait the beast out of its lair?"

  "I don't need to bait it out," he replied, his voice modulated through the helmet's speaker.

  Komad's brow furrowed in confusion. "But that's the only way," he insisted. "We need to tempt it with banthas. It's the safest method to lure it out without risking our lives."

  Tyson considered Komad's words. The man was clearly an experienced hunter, and his knowledge of the Krayt Dragon's behavior could be valuable. Still, he began walking toward the cave, his stride purposeful and unhurried. Komad's eyes widened in alarm.

  "Wait!" Komad called out, his voice tinged with panic. "Didn't you see what happened to the other hunter? Getting close to that Dragon is suicide!"

  Tyson paused, turning to look back at Komad. The Twi'lek was right; the Krayt Dragon was a formidable beast. Even from this distance, Tyson could appreciate its sheer size and power. The dragon's body stretched far back into the depths of the cave, its serpentine form coiled like a massive spring, ready to uncoil at any moment. Its scales were a patchwork of sandy browns and sun-bleached whites, providing perfect camouflage in the desert environment. The creature's head alone was the size of the Sith Interceptor, with jaws that could easily snap a bantha in two. Its muscles rippled beneath its armored hide as it shifted slightly, causing small avalanches to cascade down its flanks.

  Tyson stood his ground, unfazed by the awesome sight before him. He had a plan, one that didn't involve risking his life. With a thought, he opened a massive portal right near the front of the cave entrance. The shimmering gateway revealed a glimpse of his Menagerie, specifically the area where he had recently deposited the Dewback herd.

  Komad gasped in shock at the sudden appearance of the portal, but Tyson paid them no mind. He didn't have any banthas, but he figured the Dewbacks might serve as an adequate substitute.

  The effect on the Krayt Dragon was immediate. The massive creature's nostrils flared as it caught the scent of potential prey. Its eyes widened, focusing intently on the herd of Dewbacks visible through the portal. With an earth-shaking roar that sent tremors through the ground, the Krayt Dragon lunged forward. The dragon charged through the portal, its huge form barely fitting through the magical gateway. As soon as the tip of its tail cleared the portal's edge, Tyson closed it with a thought, trapping the Krayt Dragon in his Menagerie.

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  Silence fell over the desert landscape, broken only by the soft whisper of sand carried on the wind. Tyson turned to face Komad, who stood frozen in shock, their mouths agape.

  "That was... far easier than I expected," Tyson mused aloud, his modulated voice carrying a hint of amusement.

  Komad simply stared at Tyson, his lekku twitching erratically as he struggled to process what he had just witnessed. The Twi'lek opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

  With deliberate slowness, Tyson reached for his belt and unclipped his lightsaber. The metallic hilt gleamed in the harsh sunlight as he held it up for Komad to see.

  "Sith business," Tyson said simply.

  Komad's eyes widened even further, if that was possible. He quickly raised his hands in a placating gesture, clearly not wanting to get on the bad side of a Sith.

  "Of... of course," Komad stammered, taking a step back. "I... I won't interfere. Please, carry on with your... business."

  Tyson turned his attention to the now-empty cave. The Krayt Dragon's absence left an eerie silence in its wake, broken only by the soft whisper of sand carried on the desert wind. He stepped into the cavernous opening, his boots crunching on the loose gravel and bone fragments that littered the ground.

  The cave's interior was dimly lit, with shafts of sunlight filtering through cracks in the ceiling. He noticed the scattered remains of the dragon's previous meals. Bones of various sizes and shapes were strewn about, some picked clean, others still bearing remnants of desiccated flesh. He moved closer, kneeling to examine what appeared to be tattered fabric. As he lifted a piece, realization dawned on him. These were the remains of Jedi robes, weathered and stained, but unmistakable in their design. It seemed a Jedi had fallen victim to the Krayt Dragon at some point in the past. He wondered about the circumstances that had brought a Jedi to this remote cave on Tatooine, only to meet such a grim fate.

  As he sifted through the remnants of the robes, Tyson found a holocron, but then also felt a sudden tug through the Force. Something among the remains was calling to him. He closed his eyes, letting his senses guide him. His hand moved of its own accord, brushing aside sand and fabric until his fingers closed around a small, hard object.

  Opening his eyes, he uncurled his fingers. There, nestled in his palm, was a crystal. Its deep purple hue seemed to pulse with an inner light, even in the dim confines of the cave. He knew instantly what it was.

  A lightsaber crystal.

  He turned the crystal over in his hand. It hummed with potential, resonating with the Force. He could feel its power.

  Tyson opened a portal into his Warehouse and stored the crystal and holocron within. He had no experience modifying his lightsaber, and the thought of incorporating this new crystal into his weapon was intriguing. Perhaps it could enhance his blade's power, or grant it new properties he had yet to discover.

  As he made his way back towards the cave entrance, Tyson's enhanced hearing picked up voices. He slowed his pace, moving silently to avoid drawing attention. The voices grew clearer as he neared the mouth of the cave.

  "...but it's impossible!" Komad's voice rang out, still disbelieving. "No one has ever taken down a Krayt Dragon single-handedly, let alone make it vanish into thin air!"

  Another voice, gruff and skeptical, responded. "Are you sure you're not just trying to cover up a botched hunt, Fortuna? Maybe that Mandalorian was in on it from the start."

  Tyson inched closer to the entrance, careful to remain in the shadows as he listened.

  "I swear on my life, it happened just as I said," Komad insisted. "He opened some kind of... portal. The dragon went through, and then it was gone. And then he showed me his lightsaber. Said it was 'Sith business.'"

  A third voice chimed in. "A Sith? Here on Tatooine? That can't be good news..."

  Tyson stepped out of the cave's shadows. The group gathered near the entrance turned to face him, their expressions a mix of surprise and wariness. Revan, or "Avner" as he was currently known, stood at the forefront, flanked by the grizzled Mandalorian warrior Canderous Ordo and the Republic soldier Carth Onasi. The towering Wookiee Zaalbar loomed behind them. A fifth figure, clad in the distinctive wrappings of a Tusken Raider, stood slightly apart from the others.

  Canderous snorted derisively. "That's not a Sith, you backwater moron," he growled, his eyes narrowing as he assessed Tyson's armor. "That's a Mandalorian."

  Komad, the Twi'lek hunter, backed away nervously. "He claimed he was a Sith, I didn't make that up," he said, his lekku twitching anxiously.

  Tyson retracted his helmet, revealing his face to the group. A wide, friendly smile crossed his face as he addressed them. "Avner, Carth, Big Z, good to see you all."

  Carth's brow furrowed in confusion. "Tyson? What are you doing here?"

  "Hunting," Tyson replied casually, as if stumbling upon them in the middle of the Tatooine desert was an everyday occurrence. "What about you guys?"

  Avner stepped forward. "We're searching for the star map," he explained. "It should be in the cave."

  Tyson shrugged. "Oh, I didn't look too deep in," he said, gesturing back towards the cave entrance.

  The figure in Tusken Raider garb stirred, their voice muffled by the mask but distinctly feminine. "That's Tyson? The one from Taris?"

  Tyson squinted, a nagging sense of familiarity tugging at his mind. The voice wasn't Bastila's, as he'd initially assumed, but it struck a chord in his memory. He watched as the Tusken reached up and grasped her mask, slowly removing it to reveal green skin and strikingly beautiful features.

  "I've been looking forward to meeting you... again," she said, her voice rich with anticipation.

  Tyson's eyes widened in recognition, and he immediately activated his helmet, sealing it shut. His Augment mind raced, recalling the woman's identity in an instant.

  D'Lavina.

  The Orion woman he'd encountered during the Barter By Combat, just before he'd been pulled into the anomaly that brought him to the KOTOR universe.

  As D'Lavina continued to strip off her Tusken Raider disguise, Tyson's mind worked furiously, connecting the dots. He glanced at the party around her…

  All men.

  The realization hit him. She was manipulating them with her pheromones. She was the Mary Sue, the product of the Drawback that was attempting to weave her way into the narrative and bend him to her will.

  D'Lavina, now wearing very little, her green skin glistening with sweat under Tatooine's twin suns, smiled invitingly at Tyson. "I'm so glad we ran into you," she purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Why don't you come over here, and we can talk about what's been happening since you all split?"

  She was trying to pull him into her harem.

  To manipulate him as she had the others.

  He could see the glazed look in Carth's eyes. Even Zaalbar, despite his species' differences, appeared more placid than usual. Avner, or rather Revan, powerful as he may be, was not immune to the Orion's pheromones.

  Tyson shook his head firmly. "Nope," he said through the helmet's modulator.

  D'Lavina's smile faltered for a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features before she smoothed it away. "Come now, Tyson," she coaxed, taking a step towards him. "Don't you want to catch up with old friends? We have so much to discuss."

  Tyson stood his ground, grateful for the helmet's filtration system that protected him from her pheromones. He could see the effect she was having on the others, the way they seemed to lean towards her as if drawn by an invisible force.

  "I don't think we have anything to discuss," he replied coolly.

  D'Lavina's expression hardened, her alluring smile transforming into a scowl. "You're being very rude," she said, her voice losing some of its silky quality. "I thought we parted on better terms than this."

  "We parted in the middle of a fight," Tyson reminded her. "And I'm not interested in picking up where we left off."

  Carth shook his head as if trying to clear it. "What's going on?" he muttered, looking confused. "How do you two know each other?"

  Before Tyson could respond, D'Lavina stepped forward, placing a hand on Carth's arm. "It's nothing to worry about, dear," she said soothingly. "Tyson's just a bit confused. Why don't we all go into the cave and look for that star map?"

  Tyson tensed, realizing her plan. If she could get them all into the confined space of the cave, her pheromones would be even more effective. He had to act fast.

  His eyes darted to the side, taking in the group's transportation. A trio of massive banthas stood placidly nearby, their shaggy fur rippling in the hot desert breeze. Closer were the three speeder bikes; two belonging to the hunters, and the third his own borrowed vehicle.

  With a subtle gesture, Tyson opened two portals. One shimmered into existence near the banthas, a gateway to his Mystical Menagerie. The other, barely visible, materialized beneath the speeder bikes leading to his Warehouse.

  D'Lavina's voice dripped with false concern. "It must be true," she proclaimed, her eyes fixed on Tyson. "He's turned to the dark side and joined the Sith. It's up to us to help him return to the light... by my side."

  Tyson felt a surge of irritation at her manipulative words. Drawing deeply on the Force, he gathered his power, feeling it build within him like a gathering storm.

  With a sudden, explosive motion, Tyson released a massive Force push. The energy radiated outward from him in an invisible wave, rippling through the air. The group tensed, bracing themselves for impact, but Tyson's target lay elsewhere.

  The banthas, caught off guard by the sudden burst of Force energy, stumbled backward. Their massive bodies shifted just enough to cross the threshold of the portal to the Mystical Menagerie. At the same moment, the speeder bikes teetered on the edge of their own portal before toppling into the Warehouse below.

  In the blink of an eye, Tyson closed both portals, cutting off any chance of easy pursuit. He spun on his heel, sprinting back towards the Krayt Dragon's cave. The sound of startled shouts erupted behind him as the group realized what had happened.

  "After him!" D'Lavina's voice rang out, tinged with fury.

  Tyson didn't dare look back. He didn't fancy testing his chances against this particular group. A seasoned Mandalorian warrior, a skilled Republic soldier, a powerful ex-Sith Lord, and an Orion woman with Jedi training and the plot armor of a Mary Sue. Not to mention the Wookiee's raw strength.

  As he ran, Tyson reached out to the Force once more, using it to enhance his speed. His legs pumped faster, eating up the distance between him and the cave entrance. The harsh Tatooine landscape blurred around him as he pushed his body to its limits.

  Behind him, he could hear the sounds of pursuit. The crunch of boots on the sand, the clatter of armor, and the labored breathing of his pursuers grew fainter as he widened the gap between them.

  Tyson burst into the cave, not slowing down. As he rounded a corner, he spotted what the other group was seeking.

  The Star Map.

  He pulled out his Lightsaber and Laser Blade and sliced through the artifact, turning it into slag in seconds.

  With a Force-assisted leap, he propelled himself upward, landing silently in a hidden nook above. He pressed himself against the cool stone, controlling his breathing as he listened intently. With a thought, he opened a portal directly behind him, revealing a glimpse of the frozen, icy environment of his Menagerie within his Personal Reality.

  Just as he was about to enter, a voice called out behind him.

  "Stop right there!"

  Tyson turned to see D'Lavina standing at the mouth of the tunnel. Her lightsaber was ignited, casting an eerie glow on the cave walls. Her eyes blazed with anger, but beyond that, he could sense her desire through his empathy.

  "You can't run from me forever, Tyson," she said, taking a step forward. "We're destined to be together. I've seen it in a vision granted by the Force."

  Tyson shook his head, backing towards the portal. "Didn't anyone ever tell you, lady? No means no."

  D'Lavina's face contorted with rage. She raised her lightsaber and charged forward.

  But with a final step backward, he passed through the portal. The last thing he saw before closing it was D'Lavina's furious expression as she reached the spot where he had stood moments before.

  Tyson emerged into the frigid landscape of his Menagerie's ice environment. Without missing a beat, he opened another portal, this time stepping into the Control Room of his Personal Reality.

  Tyson let out his breath. He'd escaped a Mary Sue. As his heartbeat slowed back to normal, his frustration boiled over, and he shouted.

  "That's not funny, Q!"

  In response, boisterous, mocking laughter radiated from everywhere and nowhere at once. The sound seemed to permeate the very air around him, a reminder of the omnipotent being's penchant for chaos.

  Tyson huffed in frustration. But as the absurdity of the situation sank in, he found himself chuckling, shaking his head in disbelief. It was fucking ridiculous, he had to admit. Objectively, it was somewhat funny. An all-powerful Orion woman chasing him across the galaxy, determined to add him to her harem? It sounded like the plot of a terrible Star Trek episode.

  Still chuckling, Tyson pulled up his character sheet on his HUD. He scrolled through the information until he found the Drawback section, rereading exactly what he was dealing with.

  [+400 CP] Mary Sue (Drawback)

  They are ridiculously overpowered and have overwhelming plot armor. Their goals & actions directly oppose yours. What's more, they know about you and believe that if they "befriend" you hard enough, you can be redeemed and join their harem.

  Tyson read through the description carefully. The Drawback didn't say anything about not being able to beat them or kill them. It just stated they were overpowered and had plot armor. The value of the Drawback gave him pause. 400 CP was a significant amount, indicating that this wouldn't be an easy obstacle to overcome. D'Lavina wouldn't go down without a fight, and her "plot armor" would likely throw unexpected complications his way.

  But Tyson allowed himself a small smile. He had already gained an advantage by taking out the Star Map and stranding the group in the desert. The Star Maps led to the Lehon System, where he'd replace the Star Forge with the Automated Repair Facility. Without the maps, they wouldn't be able to find its location. Sure, D'Lavina might find another way, given her plot armor, but his actions had bought him some time to get ahead of her and plan his next move.

  Decision made, Tyson opened a new portal. The shimmering gateway revealed the dusty spaceport within Anchorhead, back on Tatooine. The Sith Interceptor sat where he had left it. Tyson approached the ship,circling to the cockpit. Not wasting any time, he climbed into the pilot's seat. With a thought, he opened another portal directly in front of the Interceptor into the hangar bay of the Interdictor. Tyson engaged the Interceptor's engines, guiding the craft through the portal into the hangar bay, touching down with barely a sound. As soon as the landing gear locked into place, Tyson was out of the cockpit.

  He jogged across the hangar bay. Reaching the portal, he went back through to Anchorhead. Quickly making his way to where he'd seen the Ebon Hawk.

  The familiar dynamic-class freighter loomed before him. If he could steal the Ebon Hawk, it would throw a major wrench in whatever chaos D'Lavina's presence would bring.

  As he neared the ship's boarding ramp, Tyson paused. He reached out with his senses, probing the area for any signs of danger or unwanted observers. The Force flowed around him, carrying whispers of the bustling spaceport and lives within the ship, but nothing that set off alarm bells.

  Satisfied that he wasn't walking into a trap, Tyson started up the ramp.

  Stepping into the main hold, he was caught off guard by the sight before him. Bastila Shan stood rigid and alert. Beside her, the young Twi'lek Mission Vao lounged in a chair, her feet propped up on a nearby crate. Mission's hand instinctively moved towards her blaster at the sight of the armored figure, but Tyson quickly retracted his helmet. Recognition dawned on her face, replaced by a broad grin.

  "Tyson!" Mission exclaimed, leaping from her seat. "I can't believe it's you!"

  Bastila's reaction was more reserved, a slight nod acknowledging his presence. "Tyson," she said, her voice calm but tinged with curiosity. "This is... unexpected."

  Mission bounced on her heels, excitement radiating from her. "You won't believe what's happened since we last saw you! We made it to Dantooine, and Avner and D'Lavina trained as Jedi. It was wild!"

  At the mention of D'Lavina, Tyson's eyes narrowed. Mission caught his expression and lowered her voice. "Between you and me, I don't trust that D'Lavina woman. There's something... off about her."

  Bastila shifted uncomfortably, but after a moment's hesitation, she nodded. "I... find myself in agreement with Mission, as unusual as that may be. D'Lavina's actions have been... questionable."

  Tyson's jaw set in a grim line. "She's manipulating the others," he said flatly. "We need to get away from her. We should get off this planet," he continued, his voice urgent. "The sooner, the better."

  Mission's face fell, and her lekku twitched nervously. "We can't leave yet," she protested. "My brother is here somewhere. I know he is."

  Tyson sighed, mentally calculating how much time they had before D'Lavina and the others might catch up. The situation was growing more complicated by the minute.

  Bastila cleared her throat. "I, too, have family here," she admitted.

  Tyson puckered his lips, weighing their options. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright then. Speedrun it is. Let's go," he said, gesturing towards the exit.

  He led Mission and Bastila out of the Ebon Hawk and through the dusty streets of Anchorhead. The twin suns beat down mercilessly as they made their way to the Czerka Corporation office. Inside, they approached the protocol officer, a harried-looking human who eyed them warily.

  "I'm looking for someone named Griff," Tyson said without preamble.

  The officer's eyes darted nervously. "Griff? Uh... there's no Griff here. Never heard of him. No, I... I don't remember a single Griff on the Czerka Corporation payroll." he said, obviously lying.

  Tyson leaned in, his voice lowering dangerously. "Are you certain of that?"

  The officer's resolve crumbled. "Oh, you mean that Twi'lek! It must have slipped my mind for a second. Yes, of course, I remember Griff." His words tumbled out in a rush. "We hired that Twi'lek some time ago. According to his crew chief, he is not a good worker, always complaining and faking injuries to get out of work. He entered false time sheets and slept through his shifts. We even suspected him of stealing Czerka Corporation supplies, although we could never prove it."

  Mission's face fell, but she nodded resignedly. "Yes, that sounds like him."

  The officer pressed on. "We would've fired him, but we needed workers. It would have been better for him if he had been fired. Then the Sand People wouldn't have gotten him."

  Tyson's eyes narrowed. "The Sand People?"

  "He was lost in a Sand People raid we suffered not too long ago," the officer explained. "There were prisoners taken, but our rescue parties never found anyone alive. In the end, it just wasn't cost-effective to keep searching. All miners sign a waiver absolving Czerka Corporation of liability in these circumstances."

  "So your workers are all expendable?" Tyson asked, his voice hard.

  The officer bristled. "Czerka Corporation cares deeply for all of its employees. That's why we started a bounty program to thin the Sand People numbers. We didn't find his body, so we have to assume he was taken prisoner. Whether he's still alive, I couldn't say. That's all I can tell you. I shouldn't even have said this much; this is all privileged corporate information. I could lose my job!"

  Tyson leaned in. "Is there some type of reward for saving him?"

  The officer shook his head. "As I said, all employees have signed waivers absolving Czerka Corporation of any financial liability if this occurs. It is the industry standard."

  Mission's eyes flashed with anger. "Those sand people took my brother prisoner! Griff may be a slime, but we have to go rescue him! We can't just leave him with those... those... those monsters!"

  Tyson placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Mission. We'll get him back."

  Mission's face lit up. "I knew I could count on you! There are definite fringe benefits to being friends with a Jedi!"

  Bastila nodded approvingly. "Already, you're doing more good than D'Lavina. Let's go."

  They rushed to the gates of Anchorhead, the urgency of their mission driving them forward. Once outside, Tyson opened a portal to his Warehouse. Mission and Bastila gasped as the shimmering gateway appeared before them.

  Inside the Warehouse, three speeder bikes sat ready. Tyson stepped up to one, and Mission and Bastila followed his lead, their eyes wide with wonder.

  Bastila shook her head in disbelief. "By the Force, how are you doing this?"

  Tyson mounted his speeder bike. "It's not the Force," he explained quickly. "It's closer to advanced technology, but there's no time to explain now."

  They mounted up on the speeder bikes, and Tyson opened another portal, this time leading out into the Dune Sea, at the closest point to the Sand People Territory that he passed. The hot wind whipped past them as they sped across the desert, sand spraying in their wake. After a few minutes of intense riding, they spotted a group of figures in the distance, trudging towards Anchorhead on foot. As they drew closer, Tyson's enhanced vision picked out details. They were refugees from the Sand People camp, their clothes tattered and their faces haggard from their ordeal. The scorching Tatooine suns beat down mercilessly as they approached the group of refugees. Among them, a disheveled Twi'lek stumbled forward. Mission's eyes widened in recognition, a mixture of relief and trepidation crossing her face.

  "Griff, don't you recognize me? It's Mission!" she called out.

  The Twi'lek's head snapped up, his eyes focusing on the young girl. "Mission? Is it really you? I heard Taris was under a Sith blockade! I thought you would never get off that planet!" A grin spread across his face, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Joy of joys, my little sister is alive!"

  Mission dismounted from her speeder bike, taking a hesitant step toward her brother. Her hands fidgeted nervously as she spoke, "I... I have to ask you something, Griff. It's important. I ran into Lena. She said... she said it was your idea to leave me on Taris. It's not true, is it?"

  Griff's smile faltered, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Ah, well... there's the truth, and then there's the truth, you know? I always meant to go back to Taris, sis. Just as soon as I had the credits to pay off my debts. But credits have been hard to come by."

  Mission's face fell. "You mean it's true? It was your idea to leave me there? I'm your sister. How could you abandon me like that?"

  Griff shrugged. "Come on, sis. You didn't need me to look after you anymore. You may have been young, but you knew how to take care of yourself. Besides, you're here now. Everything worked out fine."

  Mission's shock turned to anger, her lekku twitching with frustration. "That's it? That's all you have to say to me after all these years. After deserting me on Taris?"

  Griff's eyes darted between Mission and Tyson, a calculating look crossing his face. "Well, that and uh... could you please get me back to town? You've got a tough-looking friend there to protect us and a speeder bike. And, uh, you look like you're doing well. Financially, I mean." He paused, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Say... um... could you spare me a few credits to get back on my feet?"

  Mission's eyes widened in disbelief. "You... you're hitting me up for credits? I don't believe this! I knew I shouldn't have come looking for you!" Her voice cracked with emotion. "Don't talk to me anymore. Ever!"

  As Mission stormed back to her speeder bike, Griff called after her, "Huh... that didn't go well. Sis always was a little too fiery for her own good. She'll cool down in time."

  "Don't be so sure." Tyson said.

  Griff waved his hand dismissively. "Ah, she'll be okay. We've had our fights before." His gaze shifted to Tyson, a hopeful glint in his eye. "Too bad, though. I could really have used a helping hand right now. Those Jedi may have saved my life, but I don't have a single credit to my name. Say, you wouldn't be able to spare me some credits? Just till I get back on my feet, you know?"

  Tyson regarded the Twi'lek for a moment before reaching into his pocket. "Sure. Here's 100 credits."

  Griff's face fell slightly as he accepted the small handful of credits. "That's it, huh? Oh, figured you would be able to spare a bit more than that, but, you know, I'll take whatever I can get." He pocketed the money with a shrug. "Don't worry about me... I've already got a job waiting."

  Tyson turned away from Griff, focusing his attention on Mission and Bastila. With a gesture, he opened a portal ahead of them, leading back to his Warehouse. The three of them drove their speeder bikes through the gateway, leaving Griff and the other refugees behind in the scorching desert.

  Once inside the cool confines of the Warehouse, Tyson dismounted and approached Mission. Her shoulders were slumped, and she avoided eye contact. "Do you want to talk about your brother?" he asked gently.

  Mission shook her head, her voice tight with emotion. "Look, I'm happy Griff's alive, but I'm mad at him right now. Let's focus on something else, like Bastila's family."

  Tyson respected her wish to change the subject. He turned to Bastila, who had been watching the exchange with a mix of sympathy and concern. With another gesture, Tyson opened a new portal, this time leading back to the Czerka office in Anchorhead.

  As they stepped through, Bastila spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "If my mother is around here, she's probably at the cantina."

  Without further discussion, the trio set off. The cantina's entrance loomed before them, promising a respite from the heat and the possibility of answers for Bastila. As they approached the door, the sounds of music and raucous laughter spilled out into the street.

  Tyson hung back, allowing Bastila to take the lead, her eyes scanning the dimly lit cantina. The air was thick with smoke and the pungent smell of alien beverages. Conversations in various languages blended with the tinny sound of music from a battered jukebox in the corner. Bastila's gaze locked onto a figure seated at a table in the northwest corner of the room.

  Without a word, she purposefully strode toward the table, Tyson and Mission following close behind. As they approached, Tyson could make out an older woman with graying hair and features that bore a striking resemblance to Bastila's. The woman looked up, her eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the approaching group.

  "Yes? I'm sorry, do I know you?" the woman asked, her voice tinged with a hint of suspicion.

  Bastila's posture stiffened, her voice tight as she replied, "I am here, Mother. Or don't you recognize me?"

  The woman's eyes widened in surprise, then quickly narrowed again. "What do you expect when I haven't so much as had a picture of you since you left? Do you know how long I've been trying to find you?"

  Bastila's jaw clenched, her tone growing defensive. "You knew as well as I that communication would be impossible once I joined the order. Now, what is this about? Where is Father?"

  A flicker of pain crossed the older woman's face. "Then you haven't heard. I should have known."

  "Has something happened to him?" Bastila demanded, her composure slipping. "Are you going to tell me or not?"

  Helena's voice was quiet but firm as she delivered the news. "Your Father is dead, Bastila. That is part of the reason why I was looking for you."

  Bastila recoiled as if she'd been struck. "Dead? What happened? What did you do to him?!"

  Helena's eyes flashed with anger. "Isn't this a lovely reunion? Already, she is flinging insults at me." She turned to Tyson, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me... you're one of her friends. Do you treat your mother this way?"

  Tyson held up his hands, taking a step back. "This is between you two. I'm staying out of it."

  Helena let out a bitter laugh. "I'm sure Bastila feels the same way you do. She would prefer to be left out of it, at least until I'm as dead as her father is."

  Bastila's eyes narrowed, her voice cold. "I was told you were sick. Are you actually dying, or is this merely melodrama for my benefit?"

  "Such sweet things you say," Helena replied wearily. She let out a heavy sigh. "Perhaps I should tell you everything, first, before we start arguing again."

  "You could start by telling me what you got Father into that killed him," Bastila snapped.

  Helena's patience seemed to wear thin. "I hadn't realized Jedi were so spiteful. You want me to tell you I brought your father here for an expedition, do you? Do you want to blame me for his death? You never accepted that your father loved going on his treasure hunts, leaving you alone with me. I was always to blame for everything. What else is new?" Her voice rose as she continued, "So yes, fine. I brought your father here to look for krayt dragon pearls. He took an expedition into the Tatooine desert, and he died."

  Bastila's voice wavered slightly. "How can you be sure of that? Father is an experienced--"

  Helena cut her off. "Do you think I would look for you if I wasn't sure? They were attacked by a krayt dragon, and one of the guides fled the battle. He saw your father killed."

  The fight seemed to drain out of Bastila. "I... see. So what do you want from me? Credits?"

  Helena's face twisted in disgust. "Don't be insulting. I want you to use those senses of yours. I want you to find him. I want you to bring back his Holocron."

  "Why? So you can sell it?" Bastila accused.

  Helena's voice softened slightly. "Is it too much to ask that I have something to remember your father by? Of course, it is, isn't it? You couldn't be bothered. I haven't the coin to hire another expedition. Nor am I the adventurer my husband was."

  Tyson, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "What about your mother's sickness? It doesn't seem to have anything to do with what she's asking. "

  Bastila turned to her mother, her voice uncertain. "Are you actually sick, Mother?"

  Helena waved her hand dismissively. "What difference does it make to you? None, I'm sure. Just find your father's Holocron, and you won't have to worry about me again either way."

  Tyson placed a hand on Bastila's shoulder. "Can I talk to you privately for a moment?"

  Bastila nodded, following Tyson as he led her away from the table, out of sight and earshot of Helena. Once they were alone, Tyson turned to face her.

  "Bastila, I found the Krayt Dragon's lair earlier," he said quietly.

  Bastila's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could respond, Tyson reached behind his back. His hand disappeared through a small, shimmering portal that appeared out of thin air. When he withdrew his hand, he was holding a small, glowing cube, the Holocron.

  "Here," Tyson said, offering the device to Bastila. "I found this in the remains."

  Bastila stared at the Holocron, her hand trembling slightly as she reached out to take it.

  "Maybe you should listen to what your mother has to say."

  Bastila's eyes flashed with frustration. "You don't know her. My mother is notoriously deceptive when she wants something. Why should she have the Holocron?" She paused, her shoulders slumping as she let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll do it. Because you honor my father's memory by returning this."

  The older woman immediately went on the offensive as they returned to Helena's table. "Is it too difficult to believe that I am a dying woman who simply wishes to see her husband one last time?"

  Bastila's voice was cold as she replied, "I find it difficult to believe anything you say, Mother."

  Tyson stepped between them, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Maybe one of you should be the first to give the other a break?"

  Bastila's expression softened slightly. She took a deep breath, her voice calmer as she spoke. "You're right. It shames me, but I just... I find it difficult to... let go of the past. I'm... sorry, Mother."

  Helena's face crumpled, her own anger seeming to dissipate. "I was hard on you, dear. I wasn't a very good mother to you, I know that. Your father loved you so much. He wanted you to be just like him... he wanted to take you on his hunts, but I said they were too dangerous. I always tried to keep him from the dangerous ones, but he would have none of it. It was a reckless life we led, always moving... I didn't want that for you."

  "So that's why you gave me to the Order?" Bastila asked.

  Helena nodded. "What do your father and I have to show for all those years of hunting? Nothing. That was no life for anyone, especially not someone as gifted as you. Your father... he spent all his last years trying to pay for my treatments. That's why he went for the pearls. I begged him not to, but..."

  Bastila's eyes widened in realization. "Your treatments."

  "I'm dying, Bastila," Helena admitted. "I did not lie about that. It's been a long time in the coming, and there's really nothing that can be done anymore. I told your father to let me go, but you know how he was. Stubborn. Like you."

  Tears welled up in Bastila's eyes. "I'm so sorry, Mother. I don't know what to say..."

  Helena reached out, gently taking her daughter's hand. "Keep the holocron, Bastila. It would do me good to know you have it. This... talking to you... this is what I really needed before I..."

  "I know, Mother," Bastila said, squeezing her hand. "Thank you. I'm glad we talked, too."

  Helena turned her attention to Tyson, her eyes searching his face. "Well, now. You said you had important business, and you were never one to mince words. You there... you take care of my daughter, you hear me?"

  Tyson nodded solemnly. "I'll do my best."

  A small smile crossed Helena's face. "That's good. I'll feel a lot better knowing there's someone to watch her."

  "Where are you going to go?" Bastila asked, concerned.

  Helena waved her hand dismissively. "It doesn't matter, dear. Don't you worry about me."

  Bastila reached into her pocket, pulling out a handful of credits. "Here. Take these 500 credits. It's all I have. Go to Coruscant and find a doctor. I'll meet you there after... after what I have to do."

  "But I already told you there's nothing that can…" Helena began, but Bastila cut her off.

  "Please, take it. I... want to see you again. When we can talk."

  Tyson, who had been quietly observing the exchange, suddenly spoke up. "Wait. I can heal her."

  Bastila turned to him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean?"

  "I have access to a Medical Bay that can heal nearly anything," Tyson explained.

  "Truly?" Bastila asked hopefully.

  Tyson nodded confidently. "Come with me."

  He led them through the bustling cantina, weaving between patrons and servers until they reached the door. Instead of opening it to reveal the scorching Tatooine desert, Tyson pulled out his Access Key. The door opened directly into his Medical Bay.

  The room was filled with advanced medical equipment that seemed to hum with energy. Several beds were occupied by the Tarellians, but there was an open bed that Tyson led Helena towards.

  Bastila hesitated, her hand on her mother's arm. "It's safe? You're certain?"

  "Yes," Tyson assured her. "Less than a week, she'll be in perfect health."

  Helena looked between her daughter and Tyson, a mix of hope and resignation in her eyes. "I don't have much to lose." She turned to Bastila. "I'll see you soon."

  With that, Helena settled onto the bed, the advanced medical systems already beginning to hum and scan her body. Bastila watched with hope and trepidation. Helena's eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing steadied. The bed bathed her in a gentle blue light. Tyson watched for a moment, ensuring the treatment appropriately began, then turned to face Mission and Bastila.

  "Family matters settled?" he asked, his tone light but tinged with genuine concern. "We ready to blow this dust ball?"

  Mission's face lit up, her lekku twitched with excitement. "Heck yeah! Let's get out of here. I've had enough sand to last me a lifetime."

  Bastila, however, lingered by her mother's bedside. Her usually sharp and focused eyes now held a mix of worry and hope as she watched Helena's peaceful form. "Where will we go now?"

  Tyson's lips curled into a small smile. "Why not stay here? It's like a resort, and after what you guys have been through recently, it seems like you could use a break."

  Mission's eyes widened, her voice incredulous. "A resort? Here?"

  "Yeah, check it out," Tyson said, gesturing towards the door. He led them out of the Medical Bay, the sterile environment giving way to something entirely unexpected. As they stepped through the doorway, warm sunlight washed over them. The air carried the salty tang of the sea mixed with the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers. Soft sand crunched beneath their feet, a far cry from the coarse grains of Tatooine.

  Before them stretched a pristine beach, its white sands meeting crystal-clear turquoise waters that sparkled under the sun. Palm trees swayed gently in the breeze, their fronds casting dappled shadows on the ground.

  Mission's jaw dropped as she took in the scene. "Woah... This is... This is incredible! Where are we?"

  "Welcome to Crete," Tyson said. "Or at least, my version of it. Sure you're sick of sand, Mission?"

  Bastila, usually composed, couldn't hide her amazement. Her eyes darted from the pristine beach to the verdant hills, then back to Tyson. "How is this possible? We were just in a medical facility, and now..."

  "It's a long story. But for now, let's just say it's a little pocket of paradise. A place to rest, recover, and prepare for whatever comes next."

  Mission had already kicked off her boots and was wiggling her toes in the warm sand. "This is amazing! Can we go swimming? Oh! Is there food? I'm starving!"

  "There's all that and more," Tyson assured her. "Beaches, forests, mountains... There's even a Housing Complex with rooms for each of you, stocked with food."

  Bastila, still processing the sudden change in environment, asked, "And my mother? She'll be safe here while she recovers?"

  "Absolutely. You can visit her anytime you want."

  For the first time in what felt like ages, Bastila allowed herself to relax. A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I... thank you, Tyson. This is more than I could have hoped for."

  Mission, who had been bouncing on her toes with excitement, suddenly grabbed Bastila's arm. "Come on! Let's go explore! I want to see everything!"

  As Mission dragged a bemused Bastila towards the shoreline, Tyson watched them go.

  He stepped back through a shimmering portal, leaving the idyllic beach of Crete behind. He emerged onto the familiar deck of the Ebon Hawk. Without hesitation, he made his way to the cockpit, his footsteps echoing through the empty corridors. Settling into the pilot's seat, his fingers danced across the controls, and the ship's systems hummed to life.

  The Ebon Hawk lifted off smoothly, its engines purring as it rose above the dusty surface of Tatooine. A sense of relief washed over him as he left the desert world behind, knowing that Bastila and Mission were safe in his Personal Reality. As the ship broke through the desert planet's atmosphere, the sky darkened to the inky black of space. Tyson's eyes scanned the star-filled expanse, quickly locating the imposing silhouette of the Interdictor cruiser. He guided the Ebon Hawk towards the larger vessel.

  The Interdictor's docking bay loomed before him, a cavernous maw of metal and light. Tyson eased the Ebon Hawk inside, the ship settling onto the deck with a gentle thud. As the engines powered down, he let out a long, slow breath.

  He'd done it.

  He'd gotten Bastila and Mission away from the group, leaving Revan and D'Lavina stranded on the planet below. For a moment, Tyson sat in silence, contemplating his next move. The thought of bombing the Dune Sea crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. D'Lavina's plot armor would likely protect her from such a direct assault. He'd need to be more creative and subtle in his approach to dealing with her.

  Shaking off these thoughts for now, Tyson stood and made his way out of the Ebon Hawk. As he stepped onto the deck of the Interdictor, he pulled out his Access Key. With a few quick gestures through his HUD, he initiated the process of importing the Ebon Hawk into his system, but he didn't decommission the vessel. He felt it was worth more than the Ship Points it offered.

  [Free] Import (Spaceships)

  Instead of choosing a Ship Type and Size for purchase, import one space-worthy vessel you already own. Its default Section Size and Rating are that of a ship of the corresponding size. At your choice, ship parts you buy can either replace pre-existing parts of the original ship or exist in addition to them.

  Dynamic-Class Freighter: Ebon Hawk (Spaceships)

  This smuggler ship was a highly modified freighter that became well-known throughout the galaxy during the Jedi Civil War. It was believed to be in the top ten of the fastest ships in the galaxy during its time, as it was the fastest ship in the Outer Rim Territories.

  Decommission (Spaceship)

  Destroy this vessel. Decommissioned vessels do not self-destruct, they are absorbed by the system. In return, you are granted half of its value in Ship Points. Any living creatures on a vessel when decommissioned will be sent to your Personal Reality along with any CP-backed items. Non-CP-backed items will be destroyed.

  [0 SP] Ship Size Rating: I

  [100 SP] Artificial Gravity

  [300 SP] Hyperdrive

  [50 SP] Fusion Reactor

  [50 SP] Navigation Suite

  [50 SP] Beam Weapons (Turbolaser Turret)

  Total Adjusted Decommission Value: 275 SP

  Tyson strode through the corridors of the Interdictor. Crew members nodded respectfully as he passed, but he barely noticed them, his mind already focused on the next phase of his plan. He reached the bridge, the expansive viewscreen offering a panoramic view of the space around them. Tyson opened a massive portal in space.

  "Take us through," he commanded.

  The follower crew didn't hesitate to execute his orders. The Interdictor's engines thrummed with power as the massive ship moved forward, slipping through the portal, leaving Tatooine behind. He ordered the crew to dock with the Automated Repair Facility as the Interdictor emerged back into the Lehon system.

  A satisfied smile snuck onto Tyson's face at having accomplished his immediate goals. Bastila and Mission were safe, and he had successfully escaped Tatooine, stranding his enemies and stealing the Ebon Hawk.

  He opened a final portal, this one much smaller. Just for him.

  It was time for him to return to the Enterprise.

  — Star Jumper —

  HK-47's photoreceptors flickered on, casting an eerie red glow in the tiny storage area aboard the Ebon Hawk. The assassin droid's processors whirred as he reached the bridge and assessed the situation.

  "Observation: It appears the Mandalorian meatbag has absconded with the master's vessel. How inconvenient."

  The droid swiveled his head, scanning the empty ship. His metallic fingers tapped against the control panel, activating the Ebon Hawk's sensors. "Analysis: We seem to be within the confines of an Interdictor-class cruiser's hangar bay. Probability of Sith involvement: 98.7%. How delightfully perilous."

  The droid's circuits buzzed with what could only be described as excitement. He stood, his joints whirring softly as he made his way to the ship's exit ramp.

  "Statement: The master would be most pleased if I were to reclaim her property. It would be remiss of me not to attempt such a heroic feat."

  As HK-47 descended the ramp, he took in the bustling activity of the hangar bay. Crew members in Sith armor hurried about their tasks, paying no attention to the rust-red droid in their midst.

  "Amused observation: These meatbags seem particularly oblivious to my presence. Perhaps their cognitive functions are even more limited than the average organic."

  HK-47 strode purposefully across the hangar, his photoreceptors darting from side to side, analyzing potential threats and escape routes. Not a single crew member stopped him or questioned his presence.

  "Commentary: The security protocols on this vessel are laughably inadequate. It's almost disappointing how easy this infiltration is proving to be."

  The droid made his way to a nearby computer terminal and accessed the ship's schematics. The cruiser had gravity well projectors, and he'd need to disable those to allow the ship to escape. HK-47 memorized the route to the projector control room and set off, his metallic feet clanking against the deck plating. As he walked, he passed numerous crew members, none of whom gave him a second glance.

  "Incredulous statement: The level of incompetence displayed by these meatbags is truly staggering. I'm almost offended by the lack of challenge."

  As he approached a turbolift, two officers stepped out. HK-47 slipped in behind them, unnoticed.

  "Query: Which deck houses the gravity well projector controls, meatbags?"

  The officers turned. They exchanged confused glances before one of them hesitantly replied, "Deck 7, Section C."

  "Gratitude: Your cooperation is noted and appreciated. Rest assured, your deaths will be swift when the time comes."

  The officers' didn't respond before the turbolift doors closed, whisking HK-47 away to his destination.

  "Reflection: Perhaps I should have refrained from mentioning their impending demise. Old habits, as the meatbags say, expire with great difficulty."

  The turbolift doors opened on Deck 7, and HK-47 stepped out into a bustling corridor. He made his way to Section C, his sensors on high alert for any sign of suspicion from the crew. To his continued amazement, no one challenged his presence.

  "Commentary: These meatbags practically beg to be terminated."

  As HK-47 rounded a corner, he came face to face with a security checkpoint.

  "Statement: Greetings, meatbag sentries. I am here to perform routine maintenance on the gravity well projector controls. Please step aside and allow me to proceed with my assigned tasks."

  The guards exchanged glances, then shrugged. "Go ahead," one of them said, stepping aside. HK-47 strode past the checkpoint. He entered the control room, finding it mercifully empty of organic life forms. The assassin droid bypassed security protocols and accessed the core systems. With practiced efficiency, he began the process of disabling the gravity well projectors. As HK-47 worked, alarms suddenly blared throughout the ship. Red warning lights bathed the control room in an ominous glow.

  "Observation: It appears my actions have not gone unnoticed after all. How refreshing to encounter a modicum of competence, even if it arrives belatedly."

  The droid redoubled his efforts, his processors working at maximum capacity to complete the sabotage before security forces could arrive.

  "Exclamation: Success! The gravity well projectors are now useless."

  HK-47 turned away from the control panel, his photoreceptors scanning the room for an alternative exit. He spotted a ventilation shaft in the corner, just large enough for his frame.

  "Statement: While crawling through ducts is beneath my dignified programming, needs must, as it were."

  With a series of whirs and clanks, HK-47 removed the vent cover and hoisted himself into the shaft. As he began to crawl through the cramped space, he could hear the sound of booted feet approaching the control room. His metallic frame scraped against the narrow confines of the ventilation shaft as he navigated the Interdictor's innards. The droid's photoreceptors cast an eerie red glow in the darkness, illuminating the dust and cobwebs that clung to the duct's interior. After several minutes of navigating the labyrinthine network of shafts, HK-47's sensors detected a significant energy signature nearby.

  "Exclamation: Ah, the fusion reactor! What a tempting target."

  The assassin droid carefully removed a ventilation grate. He made his way to the reactor room's entrance. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the massive fusion reactor that powered the entire ship.

  "Observation: Such an impressive feat of engineering. It would be a shame if something were to... happen to it."

  HK-47's chest panel opened, revealing a hidden compartment. With delicate precision, he extracted several plasma charges, each one capable of unleashing devastating energy.

  "Statement: Always be prepared, as the meatbags say."

  The droid placed the charges at strategic points. His calculations ensured maximum damage. He set a timer. After all, he still needed the ship intact long enough to make his escape. With the charges in place, HK-47 retraced his steps to the ventilation shaft. He pulled himself back into the duct, navigating the ventilation system once more, this time making his way toward the hangar bay. Finally, the droid removed the vent cover and dropped down into the hangar bay, his metallic frame clanging against the deck. The chaos around him provided the perfect cover as he made his way toward the Ebon Hawk.

  Scaling the ramp, the assassin droid boarded the ship and settled into the pilot's seat. He brought the ship's systems online. The engines hummed to life, a sound that seemed to go unnoticed amidst the cacophony of alarms. With a flick of a switch, the droid raised the entry ramp, then manipulated the controls, lifting the Ebon Hawk off the hangar deck.

  "Exclamation: Farewell, meatbags! Your failure will be recounted with great amusement in my memory banks."

  The Ebon Hawk rotated smoothly in the confined space of the hangar, its nose pointing towards the shimmering force field that separated the bay from the vacuum of space. HK-47 pushed the throttle forward, and the ship shot out of the hangar.

  As the Ebon Hawk cleared the Interdictor's hull, HK-47's sensors detected no pursuit craft launching.

  "Smug statement: A flawless escape, executed with the precision only a droid of my caliber could achieve."

  Once clear of the Interdictor's immediate vicinity, HK-47 turned his attention to the nav computer. His processors whirred as he analyzed their current position and plotted a course back to Tatooine.

  "Analysis: Our current location appears to be deep within the Unknown Regions. Fascinating. The journey back to Tatooine will be... substantial." The nav computer beeped as it finished calculating the hyperspace route. HK-47 reviewed the projected journey time and let out what could only be described as an electronic sigh. "Resigned statement: It seems I will be forced to endure an extended period without the opportunity to terminate meatbags. How terribly dull."

  Through the Ebon Hawk's viewport, a brilliant flash lit up the void of space. The Interdictor cruiser erupted in a spectacular chain of explosions, starting at its stern and rippling forward through its massive hull. Segments of the warship peeled apart like a blooming flower made of durasteel and fire. Secondary detonations followed as the reactor core breached, sending chunks of debris spinning into the darkness. The plasma charges had done their work with devastating efficiency. HK-47's photoreceptors adjusted to compensate for the intense light of the explosion, capturing every detail of the cruiser's demise. The shockwave rattled the Ebon Hawk, causing the ship's stabilizers to whine as they fought to maintain course. Within moments, all that remained of the mighty Interdictor was a expanding cloud of superheated gas and twisted metal.

  "Addendum: I must remember to acquire more plasma charges. Their effectiveness at destruction is most impressive."

  With the course set, HK-47 engaged the hyperdrive. The stars outside the cockpit stretched into lines, and the Ebon Hawk leaped into hyperspace with a lurch.

  — Star Jumper —

  Tyson was perched on the edge of the biobed. The soft hum of Dr. Crusher's tricorder beeped as she ran it over him, checking for any traces of the Tarellian plague.

  "Just a few more minutes," she said, adjusting one of the settings with a practiced touch. "We need to be absolutely certain."

  A sudden chime interrupted his thoughts as a message notification flashed across his field of vision.

  Episode: Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic - Tatooine Complete!

  +500 RP

  Reality Points: 800

  Ebon Hawk (Spaceships) has been lost!

  Interdictor (Spaceships) has been destroyed! Spaceship will respawn on 04/18/2365!

  Sith Interceptor(Spaceships) has been destroyed! Spaceship will respawn on 04/18/2365!

  Tyson smiled at the Reality Point boost. It was about as much as he could get from an episode. But when he saw the Ebon Hawk message, he immediately checked his character sheet. The ship was gone as if it had never been imported into the system. And the Interdictor's respawn date was listed as well.

  He mumbled, "What the hell is going on?"

  It had to be some plot armor bullshit.

  Tyson

  Origins: Human, Humanoid, Drop-In, Space Pirate, Bad Guy, Officer

  Race: Augment Human-Betazoid (Hybrid)

  Character Points: 1150, [250 KOTOR (Vicky)]

  Reality Points: 800

  Ship Points: 2650

  Credits: 115,450

  Status Effects: (none)

  Drawbacks:

  Gauntlet (Locked)

  Ensign Marty Stu

  A Simple Re'Q'uest

  Hybrid (Betazoid)

  Amok Time/Blood Fever

  Outlawed

  Mary Sue

  Perks:

  Cosmic Awareness

  Out of Nowhere

  Going Native

  Live and Let Live

  This is (Not?) Rocket Science

  Kinda Bland

  Determinator

  Painted On

  Snakeskin

  Adaptable

  Duelist

  Master with your Hands

  Best of the Best

  Everything Is A Weapon

  Augment

  Force Specialization: Intelligence

  Tactical Info

  Sever Force

  Specialty: Operations; Sub-Specialties (Communications, Engineering, Piloting)

  Speedy Promotions

  Items:

  Laser Blade

  Spacesuit

  Agony Booth

  Cloaking Minefield

  Lightsaber

  Gray Goo Suit

  Transwarp Beam Equation

  Companions:

  (Vicky) V-KO IV Nursedroid: Access Key, Artificial Intelligence Upgrade, Gray Goo Upgrade, Master With Your Hands, Light Weapon, Jumper's Master Key, Scaling Cloak, Origin:Jedi, Force Specialization: Intelligence, Enhanced Mind, Lightsaber, Armored Robes, Battle Meditation

  T'Pol: Access Key

  Personal Reality:

  Access Key (Additional Keys, Key Link)

  Security System

  Antechamber

  Warehouse

  High-Security Inter-Reality Connecting Door (Star Trek Enterprise, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic)

  Medical Bay (The Nano-Medical Lab, The Bio-Synthesis Lab, Microbiome Replacement Lab)

  Housing Complex (Basic Nutrition, Choice Apartments, Who's Got the Powa, Pipes Pipes Pipes)

  Playing With Portals (Portal Link, Portal Control Rod, Free Portal, Portal Aperature x4)

  The Mystical Menagerie

  Ship Sections (Cryo-Chambers)

  Personal Mini-Reality (The Village, Wildlife for Your Wild Life, The Meaning of Life)

  Spaceships:

  Tramp Freighter (Destroyed - Respawn on 02/28/2365)

  Sith Interceptor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Bridge Upgrade)

  Automated Repair Station (Ship Size Rating: IV, Station, Bridge, Space Hulk, Artificial Gravity, Cryo-Chambers, Auto-Repair System, Synapses, Distributed, Automated Ship, Analytic Suite, Docking Port, Transporter Room, Matter Printer, Negentropy Reactor, Deflector Shields, Clarketech Module, Production Lines, Hangar, Cargo Bay, Living Quarters)

  Narada (Ship Size Rating: IV, Artificial Gravity, Alcubierre Drive, Auto-Repair System, Exotic Materials (Nanomaterials), Cargo Bay, Hangar, Hyperdrive (Transwarp), Antimatter Reactor, Navigation Suite, Analytic Suite, Deflector Shields, Missiles, Cyber Warfare Suite (Mining Drill)

  Interdictor (Destroyed - Respawn on 04/18/2365) (Ship Size Rating: III, Artificial Gravity, Hangar, Hyperdrive, Fusion Reactor, Navigation Suite, Point Defense, Deflector Shields, Jump Suppression Field, Beam Weapons, Follower Crew)

  Author's Note

  Tried dropping Tyson's character sheet in a spoiler just to see how the formatting came out.

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