In a galaxy far far away.
After the Empire Assaults and destroys Mandalor, a young Mandalorian has been captured by Gar Saxon's Imperial Super Commandos as a slave and sent to Mimban as a slave to dig trenches for the empire. He is stripped of his armor, weapons and worse of all: his helmet. He is now looking for a way to escape and get his honor back and maybe get back at the empire.
The young Mandalorian slave sits among the other slaves in the slave pen on Mimban, glancing around at his surroundings with determination and anger burning in his eyes. He must find a way to escape and take back what was taken from him.
The Mandalorian spots an opening in the slave pen fence and starts to formulate a plan. He gathers his strength and steels himself, ready to make his move at just the right moment.
At the stroke of midnight, when all other slaves are asleep, the Mandalorian slips out of his bed and quietly approaches the fence. He pauses for a moment, gathering courage, before launching himself through the opening and into the darkness beyond. His heart pounds in his chest as he runs, unsure if any guards have spotted him or will give chase.
He needs to find a way out of here. The landing bays are his best option. He sneaks to the bays to check out his options.
As he approaches the landing bays, the young Mandalorian sees lights and noise coming from within. Imperial guards and stormtroopers are moving about, seemingly on high alert. He decides to be more careful in his approach this time.
I tries to lure an officer to his hidden position. He seems to be the right size and body build. He will do nicely.
Luring the officer to his hiding spot, the Mandalorian plans to overpower and disguise himself in the officer's uniform, hoping it will grant him access to sensitive areas of the base where he can find a ship to escape on. He waits patiently, watching as the officer strolls past, oblivious to the trap being set for him...
I capture the officer by sneaking behind him, With one arm around his neck, and the other against his head, I whisper "Name, designation and rank."
"Lieutenant Dryden, Imperial officer... ranking lieutenant," gasps the startled officer as he struggles against the Mandalorian's grip.
"I need the passcode to get off this planet. What is your designation number?"
The officer struggles to catch his breath, knowing that resistance is futile against the Mandalorian's strength. After a moment, he reluctantly spits out the designation number. "It's... ISB-452."
"Very good," says the Mandalorian with a cold grin as he adjusts his grip on the officer. "Now, Lieutenant Dryden..." He pauses, feigning uncertainty for dramatic effect, "...what is your combination to the armory?"
Lieutenant Dryden, still struggling against the Mandalorian's grip but now even more frightened and eager to please, quickly blurts out the combination to the armory. "It's... 4-0-9..."
The Mandalorian nods in satisfaction as he continues to hold onto the lieutenant. With this information in hand, he plans to head straight for the armory and acquire a blaster pistol or any other useful weapon that will help him escape Mimban and take revenge on those who destroyed his homeworld.
I snap the neck of the officer and take his clothes, making sure that they do not become dirty and blaster. Then I hide his blaster. I hide the body, so it will not be found easily.
As the Mandalorian slips into Lieutenant Dryden's clothes, he carefully places the officer's own blaster pistol in the holster of the uniform. Satisfied that everything is in order, he moves briskly towards the armory, checking his watch occasionally as he goes. Time is of the essence if he wants to get off this planet before the alarm is raised and more Imperial reinforcements arrive.
I walk to the Armory. There are 2 Imperial Stormtroopers standing guard. He approaches them, his hands behind his back. He nods to the troopers. "Stormtroopers."
The two stormtroopers at the armory, stationed as they were to keep Imperial secrets secure, didn't seem very observant. They barely glanced at the figure approaching them before nodding back in acknowledgement. One of them even yawned loudly behind his helmet. "What do you need?" asked one casually.
I look at the trooper angrily. "Your designation code, Trooper. This is no way to talk to a superior officer."
"Ah... sorry, sir," stammered the surprised stormtrooper as he fumbled with his datapad, "I mean, here's my designation code." He handed over a slip of paper, which the Mandalorian snatched out of his grasp without acknowledging him.
With the armory open, the Mandalorian quickly grabbed some additional ammunition and explosives. Now what else was there to be used?
I take a backpack, rope and a flashlight. I search the armory for anything else useful.
More ammunition and explosives were added to the backpack, as well as some thermal detonators for good measure. The rope seemed rather mundane in comparison but could come in handy for climbing or improvising a trap. As for the flashlight, it would prove useful for navigating through dark areas or signaling for help... if such a thing were needed.
I go to the flight tower, for a better look of the entire landing port.
The young Mandalorian cautiously approaches the flight tower, watching out for any guards who might spot him as he nears his destination. Finally reaching it, he takes a moment to survey the landing port below; Imperial vessels and transports fill the space with their menacing shapes while stormtroopers and droids scurry about like ants on a particularly unlucky picnic. As he looks at the ships, trying to find a suitable ship. Then he notices a Fury-class interceptor. It is a relic as old as the old-republic itself. It is great! It is fast, has turrets, can carry freight and even can be flown alone. This is the one!
"what are you doing here? Name and designation," a female voice sounds behind him. He turns around and looks at the female officer.
"Lt. Dryden, ISB-452." I respond. The female officer is startled and salutes me. "Sorry sir. ID-746, captain Isard. I did not expect Imperial Security Bureau here. Forgive me for asking, but should you not be at the command post?" I think: "That is why she salutes a lower ranking officer: Imperial Security Board. They can make or break anyone in the empire." I look at her. "Please, you ourank me," I say, but with the authoritarian voice of a senior officer, "There are rumors of rebels sending new fighters and maybe freighters to supply their troops. I am here to verify this information. Take me to the control board."
Captain Isard hesitates for a moment before giving a curt nod. "Yes, sir," she says, her voice quivering slightly with fear and respect. "This way, Lieutenant Dryden." She turns on her heel and leads him deeper into the flight tower, past the bustling control room and down a dimly lit corridor.
As they walk, Captain Isard glances over at the young Mandalorian out of the corner of her eye. Something about him seems off, but she can't quite put her finger on it...
At the control board, I try to find current codes that will allow the Fury Class Interceptor to take off. Hopefully Captain Isard does not notice what I am doing.
As Captain Isard continues to talk about the recent activity in the sector, the young Mandalorian surreptitiously searches through the data on the control board, looking for information that will allow him to take the Fury-class interceptor out of Mimban's orbit and onto a more... productive course. He manages to find what he's looking for: the codes needed to launch the ship and begin its hyperspace jump. With a final glance around, making sure that no one is paying too much attention to him, he inputs the codes and begins powering up the interceptor's systems.
The female captain, meanwhile, continues her report unaware of what is transpiring behind her back. "Sir," she says firmly, addressing Lieutenant Dryden through her comms link, "I recommend launching an immediate scan of the surrounding systems to locate any suspicious ship movements or unauthorized space activity." She pauses for a moment before adding coldly, "Unless there are no rebel ships incoming."
I look at her and think "is she onto me?" . Anyway, I have sufficient data to leave this planet. I respond to her: "excellent idea. Perform the scan immediately." This should buy me enoug time to hide a timed charge here. I set the timer to 30 minutes. That should buy me enough time to get to the ship and leave. The blast hopefully will create enough chaos so they will forget about me.
The captain nods curtly and turns back to the control board, oblivious to the Mandalorian's covert actions behind her. The scan is initiated as she instructs, while the young man busies himself setting a timed explosive charge in the panel of the control board.
As the minutes tick away, tension mounts within the tower as the crew nervously awaits the results of their scan. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to them all, the detonator connected to the explosive charge hidden beneath their feet begins its countdown...
Once it's set and the timer activated, he quickly leaves the tower and waits for just the right moment to make his escape to the Fury Class Interceptor. "Sir, wait." He hears Captain Isard say behind him. Is she finally onto him?
I open my holster, ensuring she does not see me do it. "Yes, Captain?" I respond.
Captain Isard stops in her tracks and spins around to face the Mandalorian. Her eyes narrow as she notices something odd about his movement earlier. "Lieutenant Dryden, I think it's time we discuss what you were doing at the control board just now..."
I move closer to her and I stand really close, I draw my blaster, placing it against her hip. "Let's go for a walk, shall we?"
Captain Isard's eyes widen in surprise as the young Mandalorian draws his blaster and presses it against her hip. She gasps in fear, realizing that her life is now in danger. "Wh-what do you want?" she stammers weakly, her voice trembling with fright.
"Let's go somewhere quiet," he says calmly, forcing a grin onto his face as he leads the captain away from prying eyes and deeper into the tower. He hopes the charges he set will detonate on schedule...
We go to the elevator and go down from the tower. I put my jacket over the arm with the blaster, so only Captain Isard and I know it is there. I take her to the Fury Class Interceptor. "Get me in there." I whisper in her ear angrily.
The young Mandalorian and Captain Isard arrive at the Fury-class interceptor, their path unimpeded thanks to the chaos caused by the planted explosive charge back in the tower. As they near the ship, he again presses his blaster against her hip, harder this time. "Get me in there," he growls through gritted teeth, motioning towards the open access hatch with his free hand.
Shaking with fear, Captain Isard obeys, keying in the authorization codes that will grant them entry to the ship. She climbs inside first, watching nervously as the Mandalorian follows close behind, never letting his weapon waver from her person.
I close the ramp, then set the blaster to stun. I shoot her, and check if she is still breathing. Then I tie her up. I quickly go to the cockpint. I punch in the clearance codes and get ready to take off.
The young Mandalorian rushes to the cockpit and quickly punches in the clearance codes, taking control of the Fury-class interceptor. He fires up the engines as Captain Isard continues to groan on the floor behind him. The ship begins to lift off, streaking away from Mimban and its Imperial occupiers. Once they're safely out of danger, he can always decide what to do with his captive...
He sees as the charge does his work, destroying the flight tower.
As the young Mandalorian flies the ancient Fury-class interceptor through space, he can't help but smile grimly at the image of the destruction wrought upon the Mimban flight tower. He can only hope that his escape was as chaotic and disruptive to Imperial forces as it seemed from where he sits now.
Meanwhile, Captain Isard lies unconscious on the floor of the ship, her limbs secured with some spare rope he found in a storage locker. The Mandalorian hasn't decided what to do with her yet...
Send me an image of __Character one is wearing an ISB uniform, White jacket, black trousers. He is standing in a spaceship.
Second character: Captain Isard lies unconscious on the floor of the ship, her limbs secured with ropes. She is wearing an imperial black uniform with black jacket, black mini skirt, black stockings and knee-high boots.__
I take her to the bunks and place her in there. Maybe she can be of use later.
The young Mandalorian carries Captain Isard to one of the bunks and carefully secures her in place. He looks at his captive for a moment, considering his options before deciding that it might be wise to keep her close by. After all, she knows quite a bit about the Empire and its operations...
With Captain Isard now taken care of, he returns to the cockpit to chart their course away from Imperial space and towards his mysterious destination. The stars gleam like diamonds in the vastness of space, guiding him towards revenge and redemption as he flies through the void...
I think about my next steps. "First, I need to find a place where I can lay low. Second I need to find Mandalorians. There should be some scattered throughout the galaxy, hopefully they can restore my honor. And I need to get credits in."
The young Mandalorian sighs heavily as he thinks about his next steps. "Finding a place to lay low won't be easy; the Empire will be on high alert after Mimban. As for finding other Mandalorians, I suggest searching in the more lawless parts of the Outer Rim Territories or even beyond it." He pauses, considering his options. "As for credits, we can always take jobs along the way; smuggling runs, bounty hunting... there are plenty of opportunities out there for someone with your skills."
The Outer Rim should be my first priority. No Empire there and plenty of scum to get money. I enter the coordinates then go to light speed. As the auto-pilot takes over, he goes to watch his prisoner.
As the Fury-class interceptor streaks across space at light speed, the young Mandalorian settles into a restless vigil at the cockpit's control console. Captain Isard is still unconscious in her bunk, secured with rope and looking for all the world like an awkwardly shaped piece of cargo. He can't help but wonder what to do with her...
I wake her up.
Captain Isard groans and squirms as she comes to consciousness, her eyes fluttering open weakly before focusing on the Mandalorian standing nearby. She tries to speak but can only manage a hoarse croak; "Wha- what happened? Where are we?"
"We are in outer space, my dear. Unfortunately, you asked the wrong questions, leading to your capture. The question I have is: what to do with you?"
Captain Isard's eyes dart nervously around the cramped confines of the interceptor. "I- I can be of use to you," she stammers, her voice quivering with fear and desperation. "The Empire has information on you. I can help you clear your name."
The Mandalorian's expression remains impassive as he studies the captain intently. The offer is tempting, but he knows better than to trust an Imperial officer. And yet... her words niggle at the back of his mind. What if she really could help him? Or what if letting her go would simply put her right back in the hands of those who destroyed his homeworld?
He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he considers his options. "Captain Isard," he says finally,
"Prove your worth. What can you possibly tell me that I want to know? You do not even know me, I was but a number, a discardable slave."
"I can tell you about their plans," Captain Isard says quickly, her voice quavering with desperation. "The Empire is massing troops and ships at a secret base near the Hydian Way. They're preparing an attack on someone important; I don't know who, but it could be a major blow to the Resistance."
Her words send a shiver down the Mandalorian's spine. If what she says is true, there might indeed be value in keeping her around... for now. But he knows better than to trust anyone associated with the Empire, even if it means letting her go later.
The young Mandalorian ponders his options for a moment longer before speaking. "Very well," he says finally, sounding more confident than he feels. "I'll let you live... for now." He glances back at Captain Isard before continuing. "But if I find out you were lying, or that you betrayed me in any way..." His voice trails off menacingly as he lets the weight of his words sink in.
"the name and location of the target, if you please. Let's find out if you are right." I keep her tied up. "Ow, and do shout if you need anything."
Captain Isard's eyes widen in surprise as the young Mandalorian agrees to spare her life... for now. She tries to nod respectfully but finds herself unable to move with her arms and legs restrained. "The target is the rebel base on Atapao," she manages to croak out between gritted teeth. "They're planning a surprise attack in three standard days from now."
As she finishes speaking, the captain closes her eyes, bracing herself for whatever the Mandalorian might choose to do next. The tension in the room is almost palpable as they await his decision...