Capture
The pain was intense; every breath caused another surge of the
crippling fire to rush through his body. The black void that kept
on taking hold of him released him from his torture and each time
he hoped not to return, but he did. He lay there in the middle of
a jungle next to a burnt out A-Wing for an eternity, his life rolling
through his mind. The problems he had in the past seemed insignificant,
as did his accomplishments as he lay there waiting to enter the
void forever. Through his pain he heard voices coming closer. He
tried to open his eyes to see who was approaching but dried blood
had sealed them together. They voices were very near now, two men
speaking through microphones and from the small hissing noise they
must have been cutting through the foliage with vibroknifes. When
they were almost on top of him he heard the hiss pass over his head
and they stopped moving, "There's the Rebel, blast him and let's
get home!" With that he heard a click then a loud noise before he
entered the black for one last time'.
Several Hours Earlier
The Rebel briefing room was the same as the other five that lay
onboard the CRS Liberty. A holo-projector lay at the front of the
spherical chamber and several chairs were set in rows of five. Several
of these chairs were occupied by eight young men looking rather
sick and tired of waiting. A door at the front slid open and new
Corsair Commanding Officer Bob "Blindman" Lin entered closely followed
by Corsair's Exec, Jeffrey "Kallysto" Young. As the two entered
the holo-projector fired up a shot of a planet in the outer rim.
"Greetings Corsairs, as you all know I am your new CO. I'm sure
you're all eager to find out what your next mission will be, especially
as it will be my first as your lead." Several people grunted in
agreement and Captain Lin continued.
"The mission is, as usual, recon. However there is a big difference--
we aren't checking out a spot in space but a planet. The planet
Travis to be precise; we believe the Empire is using the planet
to construct fighters to be used on a new operation our Bothan spies
have uncovered. The spies tell us it has been code-named the Vengeance
Campaign. That is all the information they have on the project but
they believe an A-Wing sweep of the area will reveal more. We do
not suspect any capital ships to be in the vicinity so it should
be a straightforward hop-in-get-the-pics-hop-out job. Any questions?"
No one responded, so Blindman continued. "Good. We launch in ten.
Dismissed."
The pilots left the room and headed in the general direction of
the hangar bay. Flight Officer Gabriel "Wolfman" Leventhal and Flight
Officer Alastair "Rancor" Harper walked along together.
"Hey Ranc, you think we're gonna hold this together when we only
have nine men?"
"Yeah, of course-- it's recon. What could go wrong?" He replied
with a grin.
The two pilots entered the Liberty's hangar bay, the busiest area
of the home of the galaxy's most famous squadron-- Rogue. The place
was a mess of people going about their business: Sergeant Mike Hawkyard
was inside an engine adapting the new Rogue Leader's X-Wing to suit
his personal taste; Lieutenant Lumi Ru'sti, known to all as Rooster,
was busy checking the supplies that Commander Rambo had ordered
with Sergeant Major Dundee; Lieutenant Kevin Koernig was scanning
all incoming visitors (mainly trainees hoping to qualify for Corsair)
to the Liberty for weapons. Sparks flew as techs worked on the new
A-Wings that had been ordered for Rogue and Commander Bill "Jedi"
Morrison was talking to Captain Lin about the mission. Overall it
was quite a bit busier than usual but that could be blamed on the
change of command and all the commotion that had resulted. Rancor
moved over to his A-Wing and began the standard checks to make sure
the Renegade Wing Support Squadron (as they had now been re-named
from the previous CLSS) had done their job. Once the safety checks
were completed he warmed up his engines and flicked on the repulsor
lifts. He heard his CO begin the standard comm checks as he finalised
his fighter's systems.
"This is Corsair Leader, all Corsairs please report in and acknowledge
prepped for flight."
"Corsair 2 standing by," replied Talyn.
"Corsair 3 ready for your orders sir," snapped Mauler, the runoff
of his Imperial days.
"This is 5 I'm ready'. now," Porky muttered still finishing sorting
out his nav comp.
"Corsair 6 ready," shouted Hyl.
"7 here-- let's do this!" Knight said enthusiastically.
Corsair 8 liked to do things a bit differently; showing how he
got his call sign. Wolfman screamed "Arrrrooo!!"
"10 ready," Wolf answered.
"To all who stand ready to oppose the darkness," Kallysto
chanted, speaking from one of his favoured plays, "I tell thee,
the time is now!"
Rancor repeated his usual line of "This is Corsair 12 ready to
rock and roll."
"OK, Corsairs, on my count. 3, 2, 1... LAUNCH!!!"
The A-Wings throttled up and shot out of the Liberty. Their comms
were filled with the officials on the bridge telling them to slow
down, all of Rooster's official papers flew everywhere, an R2 unit
toppled over onto its side and a hydrospanner fell onto Mike's head.
"Damn Corsairs should have a speed supressor fitted," he muttered
as he rubbed his skull.
The counter inside Rancor's A-Wing counted down. A message flashed
up on his screen. "Yeah Dazz, we're gonna ID a planet today." Another
message flashed up. "I dunno when we'll be back; you might have
to miss Bolts and Brass today." Another set of writing appeared.
"Well if your uncle is on it then you should have recorded it. I
don't care if he's the first microwave on the holonet." Rancor had
adapted his A-Wing several weeks ago allowing his R2 unit to come
along; Hyl had shown him how. Although he left the body of the unit
in his quarters he took the processor out and attached to a small
outlet within the cockpit. Not only did it enhance recon capabilities
it also gave him someone to talk to. Dazzler had been with him ever
since Rancor's teacher Ouvir had died; Dazz had been Ouvir's droid.
A warning chime sounded. Rancor flicked the hyperspace lever and
the blue mists turned to star lines and then he was back in real
space with a huge red planet in front of him with a set of smaller
moons orbiting it. As the A-Wings closed in on the planet Dazzler
flashed a message saying 4 TIEs were inbound. Rancor quickly keyed
his comm. "Lead, Twelve. Breakfast, three-four-point-nine." Blindman
relayed the message and told Corsairs 2, 5 and 7 to engage and the
others to stay on target. The TIEs were taken out quickly. Rancor's
sensor package started blinking; it had picked up an Imperial stockyard
on the planet surface.
"OK we're nearly there people. That's what we need but let's skim
past the planet surface to see if we missed anything," Blindman
ordered.
The A-Wings glided through into atmosphere feeling hardly any effects
and prepared for a swift fly by. Suddenly something went wrong,
very wrong. Voices starting screaming in reports in absolute terror.
"I'm reporting heavy fire here."
"Mayday! I'm hit."
"Does anybody copy? I'm taking heavy flak!"
"All Corsairs pull up -- let's get outta here."
"Too many lasers'can't see."
"There must be hundreds of ground turrets, I, I'"
"Shields out'..damage re''. ields, lasers, warh '..."
The A-Wings had flown straight into dozens of Imperial ground turrets
and the green fire was smashing at them all. They all started to
pull up and left the atmosphere.
"All Corsairs report in -- damage report."
The pilots all reported in and after 11 had finished there was
silence'
"Corsair 12, report in."
"12 are you there?"
"I don't see him, Blindman'"
"Rancor! Report damn it'oh, no' Man down. This is Corsair CO reporting
man down preparing to re-enter orbit to check for craft."
Kallysto keyed the Corsair command channel. "Negative! We can't
afford to lose a commander -- if anyone goes down there they will
not return."
Blindman could be heard taking a few deep breaths and then replied.
"Roger that, let's go home -- we've got what we came for. But this
isn't the end of the matter."
As the A-Wing spun out of control Rancor could just make out the
surface through all the laser fire. He quickly grabbed Dazzler's
microchip and pressed the eject switch. Just as he rocketed out
of the fighter, it slammed into the ground and the explosion sent
his body hurtling through the air and smashing into a tree, then
he fell into the foliage below.
An Imperial Cell Several Hours Later
In the middle of the gunmetal-grey room was an operating table
held up by repulsor lifts. On it lay the naked body of Alastair
"Rancor" Harper, unconscious, battered, blistered and bled. An Imperial
officer stood above the body contemplating what to do about it,
around him were several Stormtroopers. After several minutes the
Imp nodded his head and said-
"No. We won't let him die. I believe he is a member of Corsair
Squadron attached with the famed Rogue ' giving command the bait
for Renegade Wing is too tempting. Take him to the medical room
and put him in the bacta."
The bacta felt good, like a cool breeze on a warm day. Rancor let
himself dream in there for several days. After awhile he began to
piece things together he remembered up to the crash but after that
it was a mess of dreams and reality. However he assumed he had been
captured and that there was no hope of a free life again. When he
felt his strength increase he opened his eyes and looked at his
body. His blood turned cold, where once his right arm had been there
was nothing but a mess of flesh inside a container attached to his
body. He had felt an incredible pain in his arm earlier but there
was so much pain from everywhere he hardly noticed. At least the
Imps thought to preserve the nerves --presumably a new arm would
be used as a bargaining tool later when the interrogation began.
As he looked outside he saw a man suddenly notice Rancor was awake.
The observer ran up and pressed something on the side of the container,
Rancor felt a prick on his neck then blackness.
Meanwhile At The CRS Liberty
"Sir, with all due respect, during your time as CO of Corsair you
never lost a man! You don't know what it's like. All I ask is for
a small lease to go and perform a search of the area -- it would
help with the information gathering on Vengeance."
Captain Bob Lin was in the private office of Commander Vince "Stryker"
Rambo. Stryker pressed a button on his datapad. "You're in luck.
It has been revelealed that Task Force Vengeance is being sent to
stop Alliance support being gathered in the Airam Traders' sector.
Since the Imperial stockyard is the closest link to the operation
I have orders to organise a strike on the base and escort in a crew
of SpecForce marines who will conduct a full search of the area."
Stryker handed other the datapad to the delighted pilot and they
started discussing preparations for the assault'
The MC-80 Liberty entered real space five klicks from Travis and
immeaditly launched its fighters. Most of Captain Adam "Guardian"
Burns' Buccaneer Squadron entered a defensive pattern around the
Liberty. Bucc's B-wings pressed on, however, allowing Corsair and
Rogue's A-wings the point position as Rogue's X-wings encircled
the slow, unwieldy Bs. The A-Wings reached the atmosphere first
and they immeaditly started launching their ordinance. As each bomb
hit the ground a massive sheet of flame torched the surrounding
area and several small explosions could be seen within the fire.
"That's the gun emplacements down; Buccaneer, it's your turn."
The B-Wings fired several ion blasts at the complex's main building;
only a few were needed to disable any weapons. Once that was done
a pair of strike transports launched from the Liberty and proceeded
to the planet. Just as the craft finished docking with the stockyard
a new ship entered the system.
"Victory Class Star Destroyer Interregator has entered the
system," reported the Liberty.
Stryker quickly barked out orders and Bucc went to engage the VSD
with their advanced proton torpedoes. Corsair followed in close
escort and Rogue awaited any fighters that would launch form the
VSD.
"Rebel fighters cease your assault now and no harm will come of
you, continue on your vector and we will be forced to destroy you."
Several T/Is and T/Bs launched as the Imp finished his speech and
Rogue moved to engage. The Imps were slaughtered. Only one torp
hit the Liberty and it was easily soaked up by her shields. Just
as the VSD blew a message came from the transport saying they had
taken the base and there was minimal resistance. The marine commander's
opinion was that the Imps had finished using the plant and only
a handful of crew remained. Stryker acknowledged the marine and
told Corsair they were free to land on the planet.
The Corsairs headed straight for the data banks with Rafeal "Hyl"
Costa Guerra leading the way. With his adept knowledge for computer
hacking and security detail he would undoubtedly be the best man
for the job. As soon as Hyl was seated and typing away the rest
of the Corsairs began to search the area. The computer was not so
easy to enter as was first expected, but after several hours and
endless slices the words "access granted" shone into the weary eyes
of Flight Officer Costa Guerra. Swiftly Hyl downloaded all files
into a disc and reported to Captain Lin and they headed home.
Back Aboard The Liberty Soon After
Hyl was busy tapping away at the keyboard while the other Corsairs
were in sim practice. Blindman had allowed Hyl to miss it this once
given the urgency of the search. After quite a while of working
his way around the complex Imperial network he found the log files
of the stockyard. They had indeed found Rancor and taken him off
planet, but where? Slicing codes was one of Hyl's favourite past
times but the one to give access to the commander's personal files
was giving him a headache.
Eventually he was able to slice in but could only view low-level
data. This showed things such as arrival of transports and what
supplies they carried but nothing on prisoners. The only transport
that left soon after Corsair's recon was on high security. Hyl tried
to gain access to the information on the ship but it only led to
a request for more codes -- and more slicing. Eventually Hyl hacked
through and saw the destination of the transport. Hyl calmly activated
his comm and contacted Blindman in the sim room, "Sir I think there
may be a slight problem with the rescue."
Aboard The Super Star Destroyer Vengeance
The Imperial torture room reminded Rancor of a bar he often went
to on Tatooine, there were blood stains all over the wall and also
on the "tools" that decorated the walls. Rancor was strapped into
a electrode chair, with a truth analyzer attached to his skull.
The same Imperial officer from earlier was sat in a chair behind
a desk opposite him. By the door Ranc could see someone watching,
but his injuries and the darkness near the opening concealed whom.
"Have a nice swim, Rebel?" The officer behind the desk began. "Good.
Let's begin. Should the analyser tell me at any point you are lying
you shall feel 100 volts surge through your body -- and then we'll
fix you up and continue our'interview."
Rancor laughed at the comment. "Nice to see you guys have upgraded
your torture stuff since I was last here, but don't I get an Admiral
to ask me the questions, or is that just for secret service agents?"
The man in the shadows stepped out into the light. "Oh yes you
do. Anyone who is associated with Rogue squadron is associated with
my future career as an Imperial. Especially you; I haven't forgotten
who you are."
Rancor stared at the man, he was wearing a white Admiral's uniform.
The man was looking worse for wear getting on to about fifty, rather
obese and sporting a large cut above his left eye and thinning hair.
Rancor had seen him before -- years ago back when he was in the...
Rancor remembered the man and a grin appeared on his face. "Ahh,
yeah, hello Senn, how's that scar? Nice to see you've moved up from
the ranks since I last saw you."
Senn laughed and asked, "How's the arm? Looks like I've got my
revenge."
The young officer behind the desk looked shocked. "Admiral you
did not inform me you knew the prisoner, it would have greatly advanced
the investigation if you..."
The Admiral silenced him with a wave of his hand. "Looks like you
to have moved up in the world, if that is possible in the Rebellion.
Last time we met you were nothing but a puppet for the leaders of
your so-called Alliance; now you are a puppet with an expensive
ship that you've blown up. Lieutenant continue your interrogation
and make sure you inform me when the prisoner breaks, it may be
awhile." The Admiral left without waiting for the Lieutenant to
salute.
The Lieutenant pressed a button on his desk and a whining noise
could be heard. Rancor moved his head round and saw he was facing
directly into the needle of an interrogation droid.
"Now we can do this the easy way or the hard way; either way is
fine by me'"
Rancor scoffed at the lines. "Are you guys given a script back
in the academy? 'Cause you all say the same stuff."
The officer tried not to look flustered and continued. "Tell me
the location of the CRS Liberty and you'll have a new arm. Don't
and die."
"Have you seen my blaster -- y'see it's very rare and'"
"Silence, if you continue like that I'm afraid I shall have to
set my droid on you."
"Yeah, whatever, but also I had these magazines in the back of
my A-Wing -- Playalien it's called. This month is a special Twi'lek
edition and well I don't want any of your Stormies taking it as
it cost me several games of sabacc with Mike, and I'm sure you don't
want them with it either as it could cause a distraction so why
don't we just'"
"Right. I tried to talk sense with you, now you leave me no alternative."
The officer flicked a switch under the desk and the droid moved
in on the pilot.
Several Hours Later In The Private Quarters Of
Admiral Senn
"What do you mean he did not talk? You're incompetent! What range
was the interrogation droid on?"
"Maximum sir, maximum interrogation. Normally when it's on that
they would tell what they got for their birthday when they were
two years old'but he just sat there grinning!"
"Looks like he isn't in a talkative mood. I suppose we are forced
into this situation. Every time I look in the mirror I've dreamed
what I would do if I ever saw him again. Now I have him I've been
ordered to make him talk or' it is out of my hands, prepare a Corellian
Corvette. You're to be in charge of transporting him to Lusankya!"
Meanwhile, Aboard The CRS Liberty
"I'm afraid I'm going to change the tag on Rancor from captured
to captured presumed dead. If the Empire hasn't attacked us yet
then he didn't blab and that would mean they'll have killed him."
Blindman was speaking out to the other Corsairs. "This is war and
although we have been lucky enough not to lose many, we must not
think ourselves invincible, this was bound to happen one day."
The Corsairs looked sullen at the loss of their comrade and decided
to go to the lounge and drink in his name. While they were there
a message appeared on Hyl's datapad; the Intel man's face changed
from wonder, to shock, to a grin.
"Guys! Can the mourning, I think we may well have a mission to
do."
A Briefing Room Aboard The CRS Liberty
The room was a lot larger than the one used by Corsair earlier
and all pilots aboard the Liberty were seated within it. At the
front stood the Commanding Officers of the three squadrons and on
the stand was Commander Bill "Jedi" Morrison. Jedi began his briefing,
"Gentlemen, this operation will be slightly different to the others
you will have encountered mainly because a friend of ours is who
we are rescuing. Originally Command did not wish us to bother with
rescuing just the one pilot but thanks to Admiral Ra'katt's persistence
on our behalf we have been granted allowance for the mission to
take part. We received the following information as a result of
Hyl's request to our spy network to be informed of any change in
Rancor's situation. A Corellian Corvette holding Rancor prisoner
as well as several pieces of important data on the SSD Vengeance
is doing a set of hyperspace jumps towards Coruscant. One of these
jumps ends in the Gourtain sector. That is where our attack will
take place. Buccaneer will disable the Blockade Runner while Corsair
provides escort. The only difference to this mission is that once
the ship has been disabled Rogue will enter in a transport and dock
with the Corvette. The reason behind this is we have not been granted
the use of Renegade's marines and since Rogue has had commando training
they should be able to do just as good a job as the marines anyway.
Once Rogue has finished and has hypered the rest of you get out
of there. Good luck and may the force be with you."
Aboard The Corellian Corevette Wembley
Two Imperial Stormtroopers were talking about their prisoner whom
was within a cell behind them.
"So why don't they just kill him? That's what they normally do
with pilots."
"Yeah but he's not just a pilot, apparently he used to work for
the Alliance SS, and not just the people who stay in bases light
years from anywhere hacking the holonet. Apparently he was working
in the field, but not the normal division, it was one unknown to
the Alliance leaders for the forces sake!"
"So how come you know about it?"
"One of his missions was to take documents from an Imperial garrison.
He was captured by Admiral Senn, who was then a captain, and tortured
by him. He escaped from his cell, broke into the officer's quarters,
captured Senn and dragged him out of the base to give him twice
as much torture as he'd given him, then he escaped. At least that's
what I heard."
"Umm'think we could swap shifts with five and nine?"
"Hah! Come on, buckle up. We're coming out of hyperspace," the
Stormtrooper opened a small grill attached to the door of the cell.
"Hey you we're coming out of hyperspace. Put on your safety belt."
Rancor lay in the cold, dark cell thinking of what he would do
when he reached wherever he was going. A Stormie told him to buckle
up but he didn't bother. Rancor realized these hyperspace jumps
were a good opportunity (and probably his last) to make an escape.
Only problem was they weren't even going in the cell -- not even
passing him food. Rancor felt the rush as they entered real space.
There wasn't going to be an opportunity to escape, unless he makes
it'
Suddenly Rancor started screaming in pain, grasping at what was
left of his right arm and saying something had ripped.
"Please help me'ahhh!!"
Rancor quickly grabbed a vein that had been disconnected from his
body when he had his nerves saved and ripped it off. He pulled at
a tooth, opening a present he'd never used during his time with
Special Services. He popped one of two capsules he'd concealed there
and blood started pouring out of it. The second one he kept clenched
in his fist.
"Help me the laser stitching wasn't strong enough'ahh!"
The stormtrooper looked through the grill. "Great, now what've
ya done?"
The stormie called back up and a minute later the door flashed
open; Rancor blinked at the sudden light and saw 5 barrels pointing
at him.
"Come on then, we'll take you to the sick bay." Rancor was pulled
up and they began to escort him when alarm klaxons went off and
battle stations were called.
"Looks like your Rebel friends have showed up." A soft click was
heard within the Stormtroopers helmet. "Sir, this is four. I have
the prisoner here on approach to the med room, should I return him
to his cell? Yes, Sir, he looks bad, there's a lot of blood. Acknowledged."
Another low click could be heard, then the stormtrooper looked at
the others and said, "We're to continue escorting the prisoner to
the med bay."
Rancor was laughing in his mind as he casually opened his fist
and dropped the capsule. As soon as he let go he went into action,
he jumped clear and spun around, dropping into a roll. A laser shot
over him and then an explosion ripped up behind him. Rancor smiled
knowing the crew would think the explosion was from the attacking
ships; he grabbed a blaster and headed for the bridge knowing that
someone there would know the whereabouts of his belongings. The
corridors were deserted, everyone was busy following orders either
controlling guns or managing fires. Suddenly just before Rancor
entered the bridge everything went dark. "Looks like my saviours
have disabled this thing."
Rancor manually opened the door to the bridge and as soon as he
entered he looked around for someone he had seen before. He recognized
the Lieutenant who had performed the interrogation, but no one had
noticed him yet, they were to busy trying to restore power. Rancor
began cutting down all the officers as soon as they reached for
their blaster. The Lieutenant reached for his but Rancor shot it
out of his hand and aimed his blaster at the Imps head. The young
officer shouted for his comrades to surrender, cursing how his first
job as captain on a ship had gone so wrong. Rancor laughed at his
cowardice. "Now I believe you have several belongings of mine- a
blaster, a droid's microchip and I do believe you may have something
I lost some time ago. My Special Forces watch that was taken in
my previous encounter with Admiral Senn?"
The Lieutenant lost it; he was tired, scared and not ready for
command "Yes ' it's all in the container there. Please take them
and go just don't kill me, do what you want with the rest but don't
kill me, I'll tell you whatever you want to know'"
Rancor smiled as he retrieved his belongings and swiftly downloaded
the ships' log onto Dazzler's chip, flicked his special blaster
onto single barrel and shot the Lieutenant straight in the head.
"He'll wake up in a few hours -- but right now he'll think he's
dead," he said to the other startled officers. Rancor could hear
laser fire in the background then suddenly a quick series of micro-shell
explosions echoed throughout the corvette. "Vids?" Rancor was familiar
with the distinct sounds of the gyrojet mini-rifle and that the
unique weapon was also carried by one Lt. Commander Michael "Vidster"
Videlka, XO of Rogue Squadron. Rancor ran through the corridors
to investigate and just as he turned the corner he saw a laser headed
straight for him, he quickly ducked and aimed his blaster at his
assailant. "Kid? Damn it, you nearly blasted me!"
"Oh, sorry Rancor. Glad to see you had things taken into your own
hands," replied Captain Tony "Kid" Marco.
"Excellent. That's one mission objective -- now we need the ships
data," Stryker shouted.
Rancor smiled and said it was already taken care of. "Good. Let's
head home."
Aboard The CRS Liberty's Lounge Several Days Later
The lounge was crammed as always but today there was actually a
reason for the festivities. Rancor had returned from the med room
with a new arm, courtesy of David "Greywolf" Rollins, the Liberty's
resident prosthetic specialist. He was busy testing it out on any
punter who would take him on in an arm wrestle. Greywolf had told
him that the arm was strong enough to punch a hole in Durasteel,
and Rancor sure enjoyed proving it although Mixer wasn't so happy
about the hole that had appeared in his table. The penalty for the
damage had been drinks on Rancor's tab, which Mixer was readily
running up.
Head of Liberty Security Lieutenant Kevin Koernig entered and headed
for Rancor.
"Hey Kevin, have a drink on me!" Rancor said smiling as soon as
he noticed him.
"Thanks, Rancor, but that's not why I'm here. Looking over the
logs you took from the Corvette it says you are a former SS agent.
Yet your pilot biography makes no mention of this. I spoke with
my contacts in the SS and they said that whenever they tried to
bring up files with your name they kept on getting a message saying
classified to code red. What's the deal?"
Everyone looked at Rancor. They had seen him perform exceptionally
well in the training gym but they all just put it down to his bringing
up.
"OK, OK, you got me. When I left the Alliance it says on my bio
that I just messed about, doing deals, smuggling, bounty hunting
that sorta thing -- but it's not true. Soon after I left I was approached
by a high ranking General, who's name must remain classified. He
asked me to join a classified outfit that basically did the real
hard stuff for the SS. Stuff the Alliance doesn't like to talk about;
mainly it was blowing up bases and sneaking in to places to gather
information. We had no direct contact with the Alliance, we all
lived at Coruscant as that's where most our missions took place.
Usually we worked alone but every now and again we worked in small
teams. We were told of our missions through data bursts that were
sent to us from the guys in charge. A special watch we were issued
received these. That's about it; eventually they disbanded our unit
on Coruscant, thinking it was getting too hot."
Everyone was shocked at the revelation of a part of Rancor they
had never seen, and a part of the Alliance they had only heard whispers
of.
Wolfman just smiled and said, "Rancor, I think you've had a drink
too many." Everyone laughed and the party carried on into the night'
