Ah yes... the factory was still there. Her little secret. Her fortune.
To any Imperium official that asked, Uxel was a simple fruit merchant. She sold native foods that most tourists considered to be novelties. But this business was nothing. She made enough to make her business appear legitimate, nothing more.
No, the real money was in selling weapons. The Rebellion was constantly in need of supplies and she was more than happy to sell them. She never went out of her way to smuggle the weapons. No, that was a job for beings bolder than her.
She preferred to think of herself as a distribution agent. Corna was the perfect spot. So many tourists came and went that no one thought twice about the comings and goings of different species.
But this factory... this would put all of that to shame. She had long heard rumors of such a place. That the Imperium had set up a factory in the dark forest. The lower levels of the forest that no bac dared to venture.
It was the perfect spot, really. Ego combined with a sizable compliment of guards must have made the Imperium believe that they were impervious to the perils of the dark forest.
For the past standard month, she had flown to the factory location and crept as close as she dared to take notes on her data pad. The more notes, the more this information would be worth to the Rebellion.
It was a ship factory. They seemed to mostly focus on the smaller fighters so as not to attract too much attention. Uxel had already counted the number of guards and was now trying to figure out guard rotations and worker schedules.
She sat on her perch and took a calming breath as she prepared to spend yet another day taking notes and comparing them to her old ones. It was tedious work. But her patience would pay off. She was sure of it.
Gittern (Planet)
Affiliation: Imperium
Native Race: None
Main Weapon Produced: None
Main Ship Produced: None
Description: Arguably one of the most interesting planets yet discovered. Due to a unique combination of planet rotation speed and proximity to various solar bodies, the seasons on Gittern change at an extremely rapid pace. Each "day" on Gittern lasts about eight standard hours and the seasons change about every three days.
With the constant switching between thick snow storms, rain and intense heat, the only native inhabitants to Gittern are several species of fungus. The fungus seems to have no trouble adapting to the rapid changing environment.
Technically under Imperium jurisdiction, this unique planet serves a unique role for Imperium troops: it is used as for survival training when cadets finish their year of basic training. The cadets are dropped off with only the most basic of supplies and are expected to survive for two standard weeks. Those that do become full-fledged members of the Imperium military and must serve for another four years to complete the mandatory service requirement.
Native Race: None
Main Weapon Produced: None
Main Ship Produced: None
Description: Arguably one of the most interesting planets yet discovered. Due to a unique combination of planet rotation speed and proximity to various solar bodies, the seasons on Gittern change at an extremely rapid pace. Each "day" on Gittern lasts about eight standard hours and the seasons change about every three days.
With the constant switching between thick snow storms, rain and intense heat, the only native inhabitants to Gittern are several species of fungus. The fungus seems to have no trouble adapting to the rapid changing environment.
Technically under Imperium jurisdiction, this unique planet serves a unique role for Imperium troops: it is used as for survival training when cadets finish their year of basic training. The cadets are dropped off with only the most basic of supplies and are expected to survive for two standard weeks. Those that do become full-fledged members of the Imperium military and must serve for another four years to complete the mandatory service requirement.
According to Plan (Adventure) - Gorg Chum Saga 4
His meeting with Calen Natari had gone better than he had expected. She was a fascinating young woman; both observant and thorough. Precisely the sort of qualities he needed for such a delicate mission.
Everything was going according to plan. It was only a matter of time before Calen was able to root out his enemies. And it was his job now to distract the board and local law enforcement. Trying to keep news of an outsider such as Calen under wraps would be no small feat. But... not impossible.
In the end, the effort would be worth it. He refused to let his planet fall prey to the Imperium as so many others had done. So long as Calen was successful, the end would justify the means.
Everything was going according to plan. It was only a matter of time before Calen was able to root out his enemies. And it was his job now to distract the board and local law enforcement. Trying to keep news of an outsider such as Calen under wraps would be no small feat. But... not impossible.
In the end, the effort would be worth it. He refused to let his planet fall prey to the Imperium as so many others had done. So long as Calen was successful, the end would justify the means.
The Real Work Begins (Adventure) - Reuben Calloway Saga 8
In the few hours Reuben had to himself before being shipped off to Special Assault Corp training, he was able to vid-comm his parents. They had been thrilled by the news of his assignment. It was the kind of news every Imperium parent hoped to hear from their child.
Their approval had made Reuben burst with pride. Finally it felt like he was doing something with his life. Things could only go up from here.
The shuttle finally arrived to pick up the next batch of cadets to their respective assignments. The trip to the Special Assault training grounds was surprisingly short. Reuben could feel the other trainees staring at him when he was the only one to leave the shuttle at this stop.
I wonder what they are thinking of me?
The large building looming before him was clearly labeled the command center. The guard stationed out front told Reuben with a smirk that Sergent Bamtrob's office was down the hallway, second door on the left.
Though the guard was too well trained to say anything else, Reuben could tell the guard was silently laughing at him. As if to say: "there's the office, it's your funeral."
With trepidation Ruben walked to the office and knocked. A voice bade him to enter and he walked in confidently hoping his body language would cover up the uncertainty he truly felt.
To his surprise, there was no one sitting at the desk.
"Sergent Bamtrob...?"
Before he even had a chance to look around a grip of iron grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground with bruising force.
Reuben felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs and his vision was momentarily blurred. It was apparently a moment too long because his assailant was instantly upon him, pinning his arms and pushing a knife against his throat. If his attacker so much as twitched, the blade would pierce his skin.
"Are you Cadet Calloway?"
"Yes," Reuben croaked out, not daring to move.
"I'm Sergent Bamtrob and today your real work begins starting with replacing ever instinct you've ever had."
Their approval had made Reuben burst with pride. Finally it felt like he was doing something with his life. Things could only go up from here.
The shuttle finally arrived to pick up the next batch of cadets to their respective assignments. The trip to the Special Assault training grounds was surprisingly short. Reuben could feel the other trainees staring at him when he was the only one to leave the shuttle at this stop.
I wonder what they are thinking of me?
The large building looming before him was clearly labeled the command center. The guard stationed out front told Reuben with a smirk that Sergent Bamtrob's office was down the hallway, second door on the left.
Though the guard was too well trained to say anything else, Reuben could tell the guard was silently laughing at him. As if to say: "there's the office, it's your funeral."
With trepidation Ruben walked to the office and knocked. A voice bade him to enter and he walked in confidently hoping his body language would cover up the uncertainty he truly felt.
To his surprise, there was no one sitting at the desk.
"Sergent Bamtrob...?"
Before he even had a chance to look around a grip of iron grabbed him from behind and threw him to the ground with bruising force.
Reuben felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs and his vision was momentarily blurred. It was apparently a moment too long because his assailant was instantly upon him, pinning his arms and pushing a knife against his throat. If his attacker so much as twitched, the blade would pierce his skin.
"Are you Cadet Calloway?"
"Yes," Reuben croaked out, not daring to move.
"I'm Sergent Bamtrob and today your real work begins starting with replacing ever instinct you've ever had."
Overlooked (Adventure) - Uxel Herum Saga 1
The soliders always overlooked her. If only they knew. It would serve them right.
Uxel's eyes darted to left and right. The Imperium soldiers thought they were so high and mighty. They called her people bird faces or flock of freaks. Like having feathers made you lesser.
If only they knew what she knew.
She really couldn't understand how the flightless could get so superior. They were probably just angry about being stuck on land.
The Imperium didn't bother her much. She was, after all, just a lowly merchant. For all they knew.
Her eyes darted around again and she quickly glanced up and down.
But she had now intention of being a lowly merchant forever. She knew things now. She had figured out what the Imperium was really up to. And she was going to make a tidy profit from it.
She just had to figure out who would want to pay to know what she knew.
Uxel's eyes darted to left and right. The Imperium soldiers thought they were so high and mighty. They called her people bird faces or flock of freaks. Like having feathers made you lesser.
If only they knew what she knew.
She really couldn't understand how the flightless could get so superior. They were probably just angry about being stuck on land.
The Imperium didn't bother her much. She was, after all, just a lowly merchant. For all they knew.
Her eyes darted around again and she quickly glanced up and down.
But she had now intention of being a lowly merchant forever. She knew things now. She had figured out what the Imperium was really up to. And she was going to make a tidy profit from it.
She just had to figure out who would want to pay to know what she knew.
Bounty Hunter (Profession)
Description: Profit is the bottom line in this particular profession. Though the bounty hunter may be hired to do the occasional assassination, they are mostly trying to find those that don't wish to be found. A successful bounty hunter must be tough, proficient in almost every type of weapon and immune to begging and pleading.
The Meeting (Adventure) - Calen Natari Saga 9
Calen stood on a small island and clenched her fists in an effort to control the need to pace restlessly. She didn't like this situation. A zelenca councilor had contacted her and told her to meet him at this precise location on his home planet.
Most of the planet was entirely covered with water but there were still a few small islands. The one Calen stood on was completely bare of any features and was just large enough for her to land her ship.
She felt totally exposed.
She had no idea how friendly the zelenca were but she imagined it would probably be fairly easy to pick her off right now if anyone felt so inclined.
Calen had been standing in this spot for over one standard hour with no sign of the councilor. If she hadn't been so on edge the gentle sound of the lapping waves might have lulled her to sleep. She found her reaction to the sound odd since this was the first time in her life that she had ever seen so much water in one place.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught a small movement beneath the ocean surface. She responded instantly by pulling out her pistol.
The being seemed to be swimming toward her. Calen climbed on top of her ship for a better angle and aimed her gun at the movement. She wasn't sure what it was but she refused to die a coward's death.
Councilor Chum emerged from the water. Calen watched with interest as he stood up on land and his fin separated into two legs.
She holstered her gun and jumped down. "You're late, councilor."
"I've been in this area for some time. I had to make sure neither of us were followed."
Calen put her hands on her hips, hoping to convey her annoyance. "Get to the point."
"You understand that I am counting on your absolute discretion?"
She nodded.
"My planet is in danger, Ms. Natari, and I need your help. Suffice to say that I... know... there are Imperium spies here. However, the board refuses to listen to me unless I have more... shall we say... hard proof?"
"I see. So wish for me to expose these spies. And my compensation...?"
The councilor handed her a data pad. "These are some leads along with the price I am willing to pay for such a service."
Calen scrolled through the data pad for a moment. "You must care about this a great deal. Your price is more than acceptable. I'll take the job."
"My planet means everything to me, Ms. Natari. I refuse to let it fall to those Imperium scum."
Most of the planet was entirely covered with water but there were still a few small islands. The one Calen stood on was completely bare of any features and was just large enough for her to land her ship.
She felt totally exposed.
She had no idea how friendly the zelenca were but she imagined it would probably be fairly easy to pick her off right now if anyone felt so inclined.
Calen had been standing in this spot for over one standard hour with no sign of the councilor. If she hadn't been so on edge the gentle sound of the lapping waves might have lulled her to sleep. She found her reaction to the sound odd since this was the first time in her life that she had ever seen so much water in one place.
Out of the corner of her eye she caught a small movement beneath the ocean surface. She responded instantly by pulling out her pistol.
The being seemed to be swimming toward her. Calen climbed on top of her ship for a better angle and aimed her gun at the movement. She wasn't sure what it was but she refused to die a coward's death.
Councilor Chum emerged from the water. Calen watched with interest as he stood up on land and his fin separated into two legs.
She holstered her gun and jumped down. "You're late, councilor."
"I've been in this area for some time. I had to make sure neither of us were followed."
Calen put her hands on her hips, hoping to convey her annoyance. "Get to the point."
"You understand that I am counting on your absolute discretion?"
She nodded.
"My planet is in danger, Ms. Natari, and I need your help. Suffice to say that I... know... there are Imperium spies here. However, the board refuses to listen to me unless I have more... shall we say... hard proof?"
"I see. So wish for me to expose these spies. And my compensation...?"
The councilor handed her a data pad. "These are some leads along with the price I am willing to pay for such a service."
Calen scrolled through the data pad for a moment. "You must care about this a great deal. Your price is more than acceptable. I'll take the job."
"My planet means everything to me, Ms. Natari. I refuse to let it fall to those Imperium scum."
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