Star Wars The Galactic Civil War: Season Four

S408: Races and Study

S408: Races and Study

Chorah walked the halls of the ShiRo fortress, the ShiRo master's statue stood high. It had been a few years since his death on Davol. Most of the armies that the Shirah possessed were decimated by the superior tech of the Empire. Chorah got to a room and pushed back the door guarding the interior. He entered and coughed. He fell down holding his chest. He could feel his powers were weak. His head grew with pain. He brushed his hands through his short light brown hair, his hood falling off. He looked around then pulled himself to the bed. He sat himself up and held his hand out. A book flew into his hand from the shelf across hi.  The minor pain that gave him was nothing compared to his next plan. He began reading the book.

Republic Refugee Camp

Tez watched as refugees practiced shooting at mock targets when a CIS dropship flew overhead. The ship eclipsed the shooting range and the refugees looked at it. The large brown ship touched down in the most open spot in the hanger and opened up. Tez walked over, his A280c rifle in hand, a DL-44 holstered. Before him a heavily modified B1 droid walked out. He smiled seeing the droid. His old friend. The droid approaches him. "General Tez." The droid greeted.  Tez smirked.

"It's just officer, good to see ya 23!" Tez smiled when a man in mandalorian like armor walked out, a cape around his neck. An eyepatch over his eye, shortcut hair. Tez's eyes grew. "Jes?" He asked happily. It had been a long, long time since the two met. Jes smiled walking toward Tez.

"Hey old buddy!" Jes shouted walking toward the two, both hugging. Jes pulled away. "So you didn't die?" He asked.

"It's complicated to say the least." Tez said. Tez saw the eyepatch. "What happened to the eye?" He asked.

"Lost it getting these droids out of this new faction's hands." Jes said. He smirked. "When Pong put them together, he did it well." He commented. The two smirked, Jes looked around. "Where's Alyss and the rest?" He asked.

"Inside." Tez said.

"Morgan?" Jes asked.

"Coming...I hope." Tez said.

Imperial-Vong Fleet

Paz entered the bridge looking at the commander in deck. He approached the grey suited officer which he towered over and looked down at him. The officer looked up uneasy, Paz's face hard to look out because of how damaged it was. "Yes general?" The officer asked.

"You aware the Republic expects us to attack, correct?" Paz asked.

"From my understanding Lord Reiko ordered that." The officer replied barely keeping eye contact.

"Wrong, we're heading to Fintemo...the imperial droid army activation codes are there." Paz informed.

"They weren't on Kashyyyk?" The officer asked confused. Paz groaned.

"Did you not understand a word I said?" He asked. "They're on Fintemo. Their protocols are there, directives, everything." The towering man said.

"But sir, with our new additions don't we have enough men to hold?" The officer asked.

"I don't want to fight them commander, I want to overpower them. Prepare an assault craft for Fintemo." Paz said walking out of the room. The officer looked over to the nearest man stationing a panel and walked over.

Rebel HQ

Nark stood at the table with Straze, Alyss, Jak, Jace, and B1-23. A hologram of a system stood before them. Nark pressed a button and one planet dominated the projections. "Fintemo." Nark said.