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Normal speech: "Hello there..."

Loud speech: "WATCH THOSE WRIST ROCKETS"

Angy spech: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE, YOU DAMN CON?"

Internal comms(ex: between CST-3342 and Phoenix and for the "recordings"): {"You ever wonder why we're here?"} {"No, because I know that you're here for war crimes and I'm just along for the ride"}

External comms, long range: <<Strider 1, Fox 2>>

Whispering, quietly complaining, grumbling: "grumble, grumble, grumbldy grumble"

Thoughts: 'So if one smol boi in yellow ship added to a trade federation donut ship and a shit load of battle droids is equal to one smol boi in a yellow ship, not donut ship, and no battle droids, what the fuck were the rest of the pilots doing? Also, what the hell did Naboo do with those droids?'

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Bon Gad: Congratulations, the performance of CST forces on Geonosis and the performances of those deployed for *mouth clicking thing* demonstrations have resulted in the Senate and the Jedi Council giving the green light for widespread CST deployment.

CSTs: *start cheering*

Bon Gad: Don't get too cocky. *more mouth clicking* You're all still criminals even though you can now fight to get time cut off. Everyone see your parole officer for your next assignment. You've got a lot of work to do.

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Mission: There's a blockade over Christophsis. Punch through it by any means necessary

CSTs Assigned: CST 3342 ("Scav"), CST 0312 (Linn Agos)

Mission Briefing:

Alright you two. You worked well together on Geonosis, so you'll be partners for the foreseeable future. You're being temporarily assigned to the force on and over Christophsis, with your first job being to do what ever it takes to punch a hole in the blockade. After you're through the blockade, you follow orders given by the highest ranking officer, or, if permission is given, work as an independent unit against the enemy.

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Scav: Hey Linn, catch *slides a small, rectangular crate to Linn*

Linn: *stops crate by placing a foot on it* What exactly is this?

Scav: Why don't you take a look?

Linn then opens takes the top of the crate to reveal a mask of [REDACTED] design. The mask had a pair of horns mounted on the forhead area, with there also being a combination of metal and organic scales and spines on the sides and top of the mask. The front of the mask had a large single piece visor, similar to that of the ARF trooper hemlet, but larger in order to provide better visibility. The lower half of the front of the mask featured a design reminiscent of a predator native to the [REDACTED] system, with it's multiple rows of teeth. This area of the mask also had two points where things like CBRn and life support systems could be attached.

Scav: You kept trying to take one of mine last time, so I decided that it was about time that I made you your first one. But for any others, we follow tradition.

Linn: Aww, thanks. I understand why you were so secretive about what you were doing now. *puts on the mask*

Scav (nervously): How's the fit? I can adjust it if I nee-

Linn: No need, it fits perfectly.

Scav (relived): Oh thank the Void. I'm going to guess that you don't want any of the gas mix?

Linn: Probably a good idea for now. 

Nyx: {We can get you some if you want to try a small amount when we get back}

Linn: I'll keep that in mind. . . Wait, Nyx?

Nyx: {Hi :)} . . . {Sorry, I probably should have asked before just linking to your mask}

Linn: No, no, it's fine, I just wasn't expecting to hear you though it.

Scav: We can keep talking about things on the way, we need to get over to Skywalker's flagship.

Linn: We taking a transport or-

Scav: Remember my personal ship?

Linn (getting excited): Yes?

Scav: Well, since the orders said by any means necessary, I used that loop hole to get it back a couple days ago, and since then Nyx and I have been working on loading in all the new experimental things that we've been purposefully getting rejected and sent to storage for when the loop hole came up:

Linn (excited): YES! *jumps up cheering*

Scav: Well then, let's go.

Both then start running over to the hanger with all the extra equipment and ammo that they need in bags and on their persons.

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LOADING

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As Linn and Scav reach the hangar, Nyx sends a message to the officer in charge of hangar management at that point in time, letting the officer know that the group is taking Scav's ship an leaving for their assignment.

While Nyx is doing that and filling out the nessecary paperwork digitally, the two are finishing the preflight checks on the Stargazer.

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The Stargazer:

Class: Multi role

Length: ~30 meters

This craft is designed with speed and offense in mind, with the its modular weapon system, large amounts of missiles, and mass amount of engine allowing it to both take on capital ships and dog fight with ships less than half its size. However, this ship is also designed to outperform many fighters in atmosphere as well as out. The wing sections of this craft include a pair of more conventional delta wing shape in the front, and a second set of wings towards the rear that have a forward and rear swept wing hybrid. Now, with the space taken up by the engines and the weapon pods and bays, you wouldn't think there would be space for shielding and a hyper drive. And you'd normally be right, but this is fiction not reality, so I don't really care about how spacing works on the inside. It works because I say it works

"Remember, we walk among the silent stars. We gaze at the stars on our walk. Anyone attacks us on our walk, we send them to meet the Mother at her palace in the Void." 

-Scav, describing what a joyride on the Stargazer is like

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Linn: So, what's been added?

Scav: It's mostly smaller things, like improving the tailgun and finally getting around to getting that second set of guns in for combat in atmosphere.

Linn: So the s-

Scav: Yep. Also, feel free to climb in now, your spot is still the same as you left it. Paints still the same, controls are all the same, but you now have better targeting systems and what not. You helmet should still be hooked up as well.

Linn: Cool *climbs in the ship* *pokes her head back out, but now with a helmet on* Come on slow poke, let's go!

Scav: I'm coming, I'm coming

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Control, this is Stargazer, requesting clearance for take off.

Stargazer, this is Control, you're clear to go. Good luck soldiers.

Roger that Control, Stargazer out.

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Location: Christophsis

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Sir, were detecting a craft coming out of hyperspace

Reinforcements?

Unknown sir, it appears to be a light freight or a transport of some kind based on the size.

Hail them, figure out who they are.

Yes sir.

. . .

. . .

We've made connection.

Good, put me through.

Yes sir.

. . .

. . .

On comm table thing(I don't remember the name of the communication table with the holograms right now)

<< Unknown craft, identify yourself. >>

<< Relax, we're supposed to be here >>

<< Relax? We're in the middle of a war and you tell me to relax? >>

<< By the Void, you're tense, just take it easy >>

<< Stop playing games with me. Who. Are. You? >>

<< Fine, fine, this is the Stargazer, wanderer of the Void. Now who crapped in your cornflakes and what can we do for you today? >>

*facepalms*

<< You good there? Sounds like something just went smack. >>

<< I'm fine, just get out of here, civilians aren't supposed to be here. Besides, you're in the lane of our reinforcements. >>

<< Funny, hey Rathian. >>

<< Yeah Rathalos? >>

<< What are y- >>

<< Shut up, we're talking. Any way, aren't we supposed to do something with a blockade? >>

<< I think we were. Hey look, there's a blockade over there. >>

*Banging head on comm station*

<< Maybe we should do something about it, because that looks like Christophsis over there. *gets more serious* Alright let's go. >>

<< Switching transponder signal. Fangs out. >>

<< To whomever we are speaking to, this is the Draconic Royalty. We'll take care of the blockade until Kenobi decides to show up. >>

<< What? No! Your ship is to big for that, you'll be torn apart. >>

<< Don't judge a book by its cover or a ship by its size asshole >>

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Stargazer To Draconic Royalty: Dual Transponder System:

The Stargazer has two transponders, with the ship being registered twice, with the Stargazer only having the lighter weapons registered, and the other registry, which is in the system as Draconic Royalty having a lot more of the weapon systems listed. These two transponders also signify whether or not all weapon systems are online, with the full system only being available when the ship is going as Draconic Royalty.

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The Stargazer, now flying as Draconic Royalty then starts picking up speed faster than it looks like it should be able to, with it going from just outside the jump point to the no mans land between the fleets much sooner than it should have, zipping into the cloud of Republic and Separatist fighters.

Rathalos: We have a wide lock yet?

Rathian: Not yet, I need more time.

Rathalos: Then I shall give you that time. Nyx, you're our AWACS.

Nyx: {Copy that}

The Draconic Royalty then makes a move has inspiration from the Cobra, by firing a set of engines with the out end facing forward, negating the speed of the craft and allowing a swarm of droids to overshoot past the ship, entering into the kill zone of this dragon's fire, which resulted in the predator becoming the prey as the ship's forward cannons tearing into the swarm.

Nyx: {Six down, a whole fucking lot more.}

Rathian: I have a lock on targets, waiting for warning to be sent.

Rathalos: Copy that. <<Fox 3, Fox 3! Ripple, Ripple!>> Clear to fire.

Rathian: Firing

The Draconic Royalty then temporarily becomes one of the brightest points in the void as it launched a swarm of guided missiles into the void, with each missile zipping towards Separatist fighters, with many, but not all, hitting their target and the others running out of fuel, detonating themselves when they hit empty.

Nyx: { 36 launched,  28 hits, 25 crippled or destroyed. 78% hit, 89% of those hits killed or crippled}

Rathalos: Good enough for now, because all Republic craft are out and Kenobi looks to be here.

Rathian: I going to do the thing now

Rathalos: You got an estimate for where we end up?

Rathain: We'll probably end up near one of the Venators.

Rathalos: Alright . . . hit it.

Rathian: *flips safety cover off of a blue button and then presses the button* WHOO!

As the button is pushed, the Draconic Royalty disapears from the battlefield. Then, a few moments later, a what appears to be a tear appears in space, which the Draconic Royalty then shoots out of, with the rift closing behind it without a trace.

Rathian: Ah, I love doing that. Okay, Nyx, can you tell them to let us in?

Nyx: {Already on it.}

. . .

. . .

Nyx: {We have permision to land. Skywalker doesn't sound very happy.}

Rathalos: I mean, we did screw around a bit before doing anything, so there's that.

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Location: The Resolute, still inside the Draconic Royalty

Linn: Switching ID back to Stargazer. You good there [REDACTED]?

[REDACTED]: Yeah, I'm good. Feels good to fly and hear my actual name again. We haven't really had any time like this in a while, have we?

Linn: No, we have not. So you think tha-

Someone then starts knocking on the hatch at the back of the ship.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Linn: Damn it, guess it's back to calling you Scav now.

Scav: Yep, sadly.

Linn: We exiting cockpit or hatch?

Scav: Should probably go hatch. Don't know how much more goofing around we can do before pissing someone important off.

Linn: Probably a good idea. A boring one, but a smart one none the less.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK

Linn: YEAH, WE HEARD YOU ALREADY. GIVE US A MINUTE!

Scav: Just let me switch my helmet for my mask real quick.

Linn: You need any of the gas with that or not right now?

Scav: Nah, I should be good for now, I don't think I need to use another dose of the gas for a while. *finished switching from pilot helmet to mask* Alright, I'm good.

Linn: Okay, door's opening now.

The hatch then retracts up and a ramp comes out, allowing the people on the outside to peer in and see. . .

Space Jesus: What's a Night sister and, judging by the mask, you're from that plan-

Scav: Don't finish that sentence. I don't know how you know that, but please don't say anything else.

Brown haired emo guy: Why not? *waves hand* You will tell me what you're hiding.

Linn: . . .

Space Jesus: . . .

Badass blue and white guy: . . .

Scav: . . .

Nyx: {. . .}

Brown haired guy: . . .

Scav: Yeah no, I'm out. *Pulls a marching band style about face and starts running back the cockpit*

Linn then goes and grabs Scav by the arm and drags him back before he can get very far.

Linn: Dude, you can't just ditch remember?

Scav: Fu-

Linn then gives Scav a look, daring him to finish that statement.

Scav (Defeated): Okay. Sorry.

Linn: Now that Scav's back, introductions. You guys go first.

Brown haired guy: I'm An-

Linn: -d nobody gives a fuck. You just wait quietly, Mr emo guy. I'm going to guess that Mr badass blue and white guy is going to need a minute to process that, so Space Jesus, introduce your group.

Anakin: Emo guy?

Space Jesus: I'm Master Obi-wan Kenobi, of the Jedi order. Mr emo guy, as you called him, is Anakin Skywalker, knight of the Jedi order, and Mr badass blue and white guy is Captain Rex of the 501st legion.

Scav: Got it. Space Jesus is Obi-wan, off brand emo Michael Jackson is Anakin, badass blue and white guy is Rex. Linn, is it your turn or Nyx's turn to go first, I blanked on the order?

Linn: I want to say Nyx is first this time.

Scav: Nyx, you ready?

Nyx: {I'm almost good to go. Just making sure everything is set up properly}

Nyx's avatar then pops into existence, surprising the two Jedi and the clone.

Nyx: Hi, names Nyx, short for Phoenix. Nice to meet you. Mostly. Emo guy, not cool.

Anakin: I still don't get it? Why am I emo? And where did you come from?

Nyx: Number 1, check your clothing and the attitude. Number 2, I'm an artificial intelligence program that works with these two. No physical body means that I can just kinda pop up where ever. Scav, go!

Scav: Alright, I go by Scav, short for Scavenger, I'm CST 3342, as well as pilot callsign Rathalos.

Obi-wan: But Scavenger's not your name, isn't it?

Scav: You got me there. Don't use my real name for reasons that you probably know, based on the fact that you know where home is. Also, emo guy, that a robot hand?

Anakin: Yes, why do you want to know?

Scav: I'll tell you later. Linn, your turn.

Linn: Alright, I'm Linn Agos, CST 0312, callsign Rathian, and yes, I'm Dathomirian and proud of it. So anyway, what do you need us to do now? Because we were just told to punch a hole in the blockade, except I think you guys have things you need to do with it first, right?

Obi-wan: Yes. I have something that's entering field testing that could potentially sneak past the blockade.

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LOADING

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Location: An "empty" hangar

Anakin walks towards the center of the hangar and looks around while Obi-wan follows along behind him. While this is happening, Linn and Scav are talking off to the side about what they think the experimental thing might be.

Scav: You that it might be something from the rocket rider project?

Linn: Nah, plus didn't that one get shut down due to the accidents and stuff?

Scav: Oh yeah, forgot about that.

Linn: No one else has access to rippers and that stuff right?

Scav: They shouldn't. Might need to check that though. That could be bad.

Anakin: So what is it?

Obi-wan: Two steps forward and you'd actually be kissing it.

Scav: You thinking?

Linn: Yeah, I'm thinking.

Obi-wan: It's a stealth ship.

Scav: Was that the one that started because of the missile beacon project?

Linn: I think so.

Rex, overhearing the comment about missile beacons: A missile beacon?

Scav: You interested?

Rex: Yes, what is it?

Scav: Hold on, let me check something real quick. {Hey Nyx, can I tell Rex about the attempt at missile beacons?}

Nyx: {Should be okay, since it isn't classified, due to the documents being stored in the R&D space of the project.}

Scav: Alright, I'm clean to tell you. So missile beacons are this thing that gets launched or  attached to something, with the beacon interfering with the guidance of all missiles inside of its range. This then causes all of the affected missiles to home in on the beacon, which can reduce the risk of getting hit by missiles. But there was an error with a system a while back where instead of drawing the missiles towards it, the pod it was attached to disappeared off of radar and the missiles couldn't find it.

Rex: Very interesting. Could something like that be modified to take control of the battle droids?

Linn: Possibly, but it would probably only work when droid control ships are being used. Otherwise, they would still have some level of autonomy.

Anakin then walks over to the trio.

Anakin: Come on, we're taking the stealth ship out for a mercy mission.

Scav: Sorry, but no can do. Our orders are to punch a hole in the blockade, and then we potentially fall partially under your command. Would love to help, but Linn, Nyx, and I need to get planning.

Nyx: Actually, could we speak to your admiral about somethings related to our plan?

Anakin: Be my guest. Not much I can do to stop you right now anyway.

Linn: Cool, thanks emo

Anakin: HEY!

-----LOADING-----

LOCATION: The Bridge

Scav: Admiral Yularen

Yularen: Soldiers

Linn: We have some questions about the enemy fleet and were wondering if you had any insight on them.

Yularen: I do. The enemy commander is admiral Trench, and

Nyx: That's what we need to know. Thank you, admiral.

Yularen: You're . . . welcome?

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LOCATION: The Stargazer

Scav: I'm still confused about why command told us to just accompany Mr emo on the stealth ship.

Linn: I know, right? We didn't even work on that project. *grabs her and Scav's life support kits* You going with one of your masks, a helmet, or piloting stuff? 'Cause I'm going to use my piloting stuff, because I don't trust how thin the sides of that are.

Scav, grabbing both pilot helmets: Fair. I just realized that I don't actually know if the Phoenix protocol can deal with asphyxiation in space. Here trade you.

Scav and Linn then trade pieces of equipment that they grabbed so that they both have flight suit type things on, in addition to their helmets and life support equipment.

Nyx: {You two might want to go before Skywalker sends anyone to go digging through the ship to find the two of you.}

Scav: Shit, hey Nyx, may you please lock down the ship once we get off?

Nyx: {I can}

Scav: Cool, NOW LET'S GO KILL SPIDER-MAN! Wait no, not that Spider-Man

Scav: NOT LET'S GO KILL A SPIDER MAN!

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A/N: That's it for this chapter. Sorry about the abrupt stop, I kind of wanted to finish the episode off, but I've got a lot going on right now, and I feel like I should just kind of get this out instead of letting it loom over me. 

Anyways, thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed, and have an abso-fucking-lutely wonderful rest of your day