Star Wars: Japhet

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...

Peace has long been a muddled one with various tribes and warlords laying claim to the outer districts since the First Order fell.

From Coruscant in the inner rim the reformed Jedi Consolidation has closely monitored the unfolding events at the Iroc Belts, where the warlord Amar Rocklin has been staking his claim on the six planets and nine moons.

As if things didn't seem dire enough, the jedi have learned that Amar has struck a deal with the emerging sith lord Darth Trevyus, a former Palpatine-follower and Exegol-escapee.

But the Jedi will not sit idly by. In a bid to intercept Trevyus' apprentice heading to Iroc Belts, a young jedi master is leading a dangerous and crucial mission to stop sith-reinforcements from arriving at the frontier.

Chapter 1: A Chance Meeting

An antiquated three thousand feet Imperial Destroyer sailed through the darkness of space making an ant of a nearby X-Wing fighter, that swirled towards it with panache and approaching from what the pilot knew to be one of the heavy, but old, golem's blind spots. A place where, with a little bit of concentration and aid from the force, the jedi would be able to disrupt the flow of the energy field. If successful the small fighter could slip through unnoticed. At least 'largely unnoticed'. Harahr did not expect hostile fighters to be on their wings before he reached the upper cargo holds, Even as he used all his concentration to remain unseen by the electronics, it was but a naïve thought to think that the sith apprentice on board was trained so poorly, that she would not notice him through means of the force, as he noticed her. The force worked both ways, even early in his extensive training, he had gathered as much.

The radio crackled in his headset.

"It's a Class A operation, Harahr. The ship must not be allowed to reach the Iroc Belts with the reinforcements it carries – especially with the sith inside it. Don't stretch it, but it is of utmost importance that you stop this sith."

Harahr flicked the switch off again, turned back to the Coruscant rock music channel and chewed his bubblegum. He never listened to the details of the radio messages in advance of his missions, thoughts would just creep inside and he would start planning for what he didn't know. He went gung-ho, when it really counted.

"So, they did know there was a sith on the ship, they must have grown to rely on me – or someone wants me gone." he murmured to himself and smiled in the cover of the helmet as he took a sharp turn upwards. A booming vibration shook the hull of the fighter as he passed through the small space he had weakened with the force. He pulled the thruster and squeezed the triggers unleashing a fierce volley towards the lower cargo hold. He still didn't see any trouble approaching, and with a determined growl Harahr threw his fighter inside the cargo hold. It bashed through splintering crates and repair droids, he leapt from the still gliding X-wing, and dived behind a few containers as soon as the tip of his toes met the ground.

"I thought they said this destroyer was full of backup to the Rocklin forces in the Iroc Belts?" he mused as he saw no immediate movement. "They probably didn't anticipate an entry like that." He smiled confidently and crouched by the wall next to the elevator while fiddling with his datahub to get a reading of it. "Smart thing this... if they fitted it with a manual." He complained and pressed a few more buttons. "That's better! So she's at the main control room, and that's luckily not very far away." He nodded and called the elevator, knowing that she was the target here. One well trained sith was more dangerous than a destroyer full of soldiers.

Rising four levels in the elevator with his hands folded on his back and a deceptively calm expression, he was reading every sound the elevator made and every scrape it did, and was ready to react at any moment should the need arise. Yet it didn't, and the elevator stopped at its intended place, the rounded doors sliding open with no one to receive him but an empty, grey hallway. He pulled two fingers off the handle of his lightsaber.