Kara Chapter 22

<Byzantinefire1>	The crew arrives on nal Hutta.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara and Brett are negotiating with the Hutt council.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: We have come on behalf of the alliance to negotiate terms.

<Byzantinefire1>	Jake in the meantime was aboard the ship.

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake listening to his music"

<Byzantinefire1>	"Cal was reading a magazine."

<WolfLordJake>	Jake walks over to Cal, Jake: "Vat are U looking at?

<Byzantinefire1>	Cal: I'm reading.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: sorry "explores the ship" (he is new to the crew)

<Byzantinefire1>	Jake sees the gym and pool area of the ship.

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake removes his shirt and dives in relaxing in the water"

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: wow this water is great! splashes around happily

<Byzantinefire1>	*He is swimming in his boxers.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Brett eventually walks in, he's not exactly feeling very well at the moment.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: :cough: ...

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake After that long swim he is smiling and waving at brett"

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: Hey... :cough:

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: Hiyya!

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: Glad to see you're enjoying yourself...

<Byzantinefire1>	Other members of the team arrives shortly.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: :sneeze: ...Ugh... *holds his head in pain*

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I see you are doing well Jake.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: Yes Phara. I'm glad you ask about my condition!

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Well we finished negotiating with the Hutts.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: They agreed to our terms but on one condition.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: yes?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: We do a certain mission for them.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: what mission? What is our objective?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: We don't know.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: :cough: I could go for a drink right about now...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: alright Bretty boy! XD

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: We will depart shortly.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ... Riveting...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: I sure am excited for this mission! I got some weaponry with me!

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Brett seems to be suffering from an abnormally high fever, one pertaining to 106 degrees.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Brett seems to be suffering from an abnormally high fever, one pertaining to 106 degrees.*

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: oh no! brett! I will help you!

<Byzantinefire1>	*Brett was rushed to the med bay."

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: I hope brett is okay.....

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Probably.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: So Phara?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Yeah?

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: So I see you are the sister of Cal?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Indeed i am.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Brett walks out of the medical bay, clinging onto the walls for support. He has a look of over-exhaustion on his face and is sweating profusely.*

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake Holds Brett."

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: D-dont worry about me... :cough: I...I've been through worse... :cough:

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: brett? Brett!!!!!

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: What...?

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: I-I- I -

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: You what...?

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: nevermind forget it. Anyway I want to help you dude!

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: Forget the help...we have a mission to complete... :cough:

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: what mission?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...The one for the Hutts...remember...?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Sigh the one the Hutts gave us.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: okay okay Whats my role?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: :cough: Dont worry...we'll figure something out fo-

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: I guess I will use my guns! *Jake is a good gunman*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Before Brett can finish his sentence, he vomits all over the floor, and on himself. Once it's let out, he collapses onto the floor, struggling to stand up.*

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: Brett? hugs him

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Perhaps we should visit Maz first.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: okay?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: *panting heavilly* I...I'm coming with you...

<Byzantinefire1>	*A few hours later the team arrives on Takodana."

<Byzantinefire1>	Maz: Hmm...

<Byzantinefire1>	Maz: You seem to have a very high fever.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: Yeah...I noticed... :cough:

<Byzantinefire1>	Maz: My guess is that its stress.

<GlitchyReal>	(A tall figure glances over his shoulder towards the team and Maz.)

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: Stress...? For what...? I'm not stressed...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: looks at figure and says Who are you?

<GlitchyReal>	???: Here, kid, take this. *throws a small vial towards Brett*

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: holds out his blaster

<GlitchyReal>	???: I'm no one important. Just a drifter in this lonely galaxy.

<GlitchyReal>	???: Woah, easy there. It's medicine. Should help the fever.

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: alright

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: I...I'm not a kid... :cough:

<GlitchyReal>	???: Y'are to me! *The older man laughs*

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Who are you anyway?

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: Yeah!

<GlitchyReal>	???: Let's just say I'm a survivor of this war and the last. *turns back to his drink, smirking*

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: "whispers to Cal" I have a very nervous feeling about this.....

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...Do...you have some clothes...? It's...very cold in here...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: sorry dude.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...Of course...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: What do we do now?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Use the medicine i guess.

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake puts the medicine in a syringe from his backpack. He then injects it into Brett."

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: AGH! WHY Y-...

<WolfLordJake>	Jake: hey I had it. Its for your good

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Upon injection, Brett loses consciousness.*

WolfLordJake>	Jake: that does not make sense

<GlitchyReal>	???: Didn't think it was THAT strong. He might be out for a few hours, but he'll be fine.

<WolfLordJake>	"Jake drags Brett"

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Thank you stranger.

<GlitchyReal>	???: You're welcome. What's a band of *checks surroundings* Rebels doing out in this system?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Well to treat a sick friend.

<GlitchyReal>	???: I, uh, heard from a friend of mine you might be on a mission? Deployed from Tattooine?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Actually Nal Hutta.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Wait you are not talking about the Hutt Council are you?

<GlitchyReal>	???: The Hutts, yes.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Perhaps we should discuss this on our ship.

<Byzantinefire1>	Back on the ship Phara speaks to the stranger some more.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: now do you mind finally telling me who you are?

<GlitchyReal>	???: Perhaps.

<GlitchyReal>	???: If I tell you, you must keep it a secret from all others. Especially the Rebellion.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Very well i kept secret i was Cal's sister before so another won't hurt.

<GlitchyReal>	???: I was a Jedi once. Years ago. My name is Ar-Kai.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I see.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: You were a Jedi...?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: I... left. Dabbled in the Dark Side for a time. To my good fortune, my absence from the Order saved me from the attack on the Jedi.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Brett walks into the room, feeling lost and groggy. He seems like he's on the verge of passing out.*

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: I have since abandoned the Dark Side. The Force does not call to me anymore. I cannot feel it.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...Than you probably know my Grandfather...Lord Tyranus...right?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Tyranus... Yes, he was a mentor of mine. I knew his apprentice well.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: You mean Qui Gon Jinn.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Yes, of course. The Count and Qui-Gon were very... questioning of the Jedi. Made me reconsider my own beliefs...

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: .........Understandable....sometimes...even the Light...has it's flaws...

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Enough about me. This mission you're on. I want to help.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: And...we appreciate it- :cough:

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Our destination is Utapau.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*The pain from Brett's sickness is getting to him. As he walks around, he collapses on his knees, holding his stomach in pain. The pain seems to be so severe, it's causing him to cry...*

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Funny you mention Utapau-- Is your friend alright?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: He is always whiny just ignore him.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: *muttering to self* That medicine should'a done the trick...

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Well you can't cure fools.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Hm, I suppose not. If you insist he is alright...

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Now, I have told you my name. I think you owe me yours at least.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: My name is Phara a former Inquisitor.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: And all of us here are Bare Squadron.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...............I'm not a fool...

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Ah, pleased to meet another with a dark past.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: My little brother and his friend helped me see the light.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*One of the medics from the med-bay approaches the group. After some testing, the sickness that Brett is suffering from...was an artificial bug that's causing him to undergo tremendous pain.*

<Byzantinefire1>	*Brett was laying down.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Some of the medic have been able to identify the source of the bug. As it turns out, it was planted on him...by the Hutts.*

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: What!!

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: The nerve of them.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Lead Medic: *sternly nods* This bug was one created by the Empire, it essentially causes the infected to undergo tremendous ammounts of pain and misery. If we were to guess, the Empire must've hired the Hutt Clan to...infect Brett with this bug...

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Hm, why would the Hutts infect someone who worked for them? Did you make a "deal" with them?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Lead Medic: And when exposed to further pain and suffering...his condition will only get worse.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Lead Medic: ...Fortunately though, there is a cure. Although it is only accessible to the Hutt clan.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Back to Nal Hutta then.

<Byzantinefire1>	*The team arrives back on Nal Hutta and Phara confronts the Hutt council.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: You guys have alot of nerve do you know that.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Jabba has hired a personal translator to deal with the group.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: Whatever do you mean?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: You put a tracker on our friend.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: You mean the Imperial Bug...? What about it? We figured you'd be doing you lot a favor.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: I'm gonna wait outside. I'll be-- uh, backup. *hides face with his cloak as he leaves*

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Why?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: ...The lot of you clearly hate the kid...and so does the Empire.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: we don't hate him though we find him a bit annoying.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Still he doesn't deserve to die.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: ...Yes he does.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Anyway i thought it was also a surveillance device.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Besides why spend all this time and effort just to poison him.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: ...Ahahahahah~...No. That bug we planted in him is designed to inflict upon you're "friend" unending torment. Sickness, nightmares, whining, anything possible to make sure he becomes as miserable and broken as possible. Eventually, after some time...the bug will kill him.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: We were commissioned by Lord Vader to poison him...

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Don't the Hutts and the Empire have bigger fish in the rebellion to spend credits to kill on.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: Let me ask you this...children are your future, are they not?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: So its because of his potential.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: Precisely...

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: Now run along...you're little fool needs company in his final hours...

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Damnit.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: *standing outside against the desert winds* I feel... The Force is moving darkly. Why must is speak to me for this first time in decades now?

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara walks out of the Hutt council chamber.*

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara walks out of the Hutt council chamber.*

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara is angry and heads back to the ship.*

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Are you alright?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I'm not.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: Our friend is dying and the hutts won't give us the cure.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: I thought I felt a disturbance and feared the worst.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I could have just cut them all here and there but i knew that it would only make things worse.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Cures come in many forms. I thought it was illness not something implanted or I would not have given him the medicine. Should simply removing it work?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: The what is keeping him from recovering?


<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I suppose if we can find it on him.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: I'll try and force the cure out of the hutts you work on removing it from him.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: What alliance ship wouldn't have one.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	*Meanwhile...Brett is on his side, with his head toward the wall. He's crying uncontrollably as he holds himself in pain.*

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Good, I will tend to him now.

<Byzantinefire1>	*At the same time Phara was aggressively negotiating with the hutts.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: What do you want now?

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: The cure.

<Byzantinefire1>	Phara: You will give it to me.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: Why should we? I thought you wanted this.

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara force crushed the droid.*

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Translator: *staggers backward* ...You're serious about this, arent you?

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara then turns her attention to the hutts with a deep dark look in her eyes.*

<Byzantinefire1>	*She was absolutely terrifying.*

<Byzantinefire1>	*Phara slices the droid into bits with her lightsaber.*

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: *has a hand on Brett's forehead when he looks up* The Dark Side is here.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ... *shivering violently* It...it is...?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Your friend, Phara. She was a Dark Side user once, yes?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...I...I'm not sure...

<Byzantinefire1>	Cal: Yes she was.

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: I feel that she is about to release her anger...

<Byzantinefire1>	Cal: I believe she already has.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: .......Didn't think she had it in her... :cough:

<Byzantinefire1>	Cal: Well she was an inquisitor before i knew she was my sister.

<Byzantinefire1>	Cal: I think we should go there before she goes too far.

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: *grogs in agony* Definitely...

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Do you feel well enough?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: Do you feel well enough?

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...Do I look like I feel well?

<GlitchyReal>	Ar-Kai: To help your friend? I should hope so!

<Lights-Sacrifice>	Brett: ...Yeah...I...I've got it in me...

<Byzantinefire1>	*Cal, Ar0Kai, Brett and Kara leaves the ship to confront Phara.*