I am Invincible

Part 1

After the great escape from the Imperial Dungeons, Parlin Karn decided to move to the Corporate Sector to hide from prying eyes. There are laws in Corporate Sector, but not Imperials. They may or may not communicate with each other in an efficient manner. Also, he heard you can buy anything and supplies are not protected by the same quality of escorts as in Imperial space. He sold off some of the Imperial supplies picked up at the prison and was able to purchase a used light freighter. The YV-664 was not a pirate vessel, but it did have an added Ion Cannon and Tractor Beam for those juicy freighters that come and go all over Corporate Sector.

Parlin recruited a crew with the promise of shared profits for everyone. A Verpine by the name of Zixyl for repairs and modifications, a Torgorian who is called Meow-Mix since no one could understand his name, A Givin named Lek for his amazing astrogation and computer override skills, then there was the triplets, a group of Duros named Nran Bran and Tran who have taken over the piloting and gunnery positions... They seem to interchange positions all the time and its hard to tell which one is which. Finally, we have the Togruta named Shar, who is the first officer and can support most positions on the ship.

Since the YV-664 was a legally purchased ship, Parlin decided to look for information on a large score in the Sector Capital of Etti. "Are you kidding, why would we go to the most well protected planet in the Sector to look for targets" Shar raised her concerns privately to Parlin. "Because none of us are known here, the ship is free and clear of any background that would raise an eyebrow, and finally when people feel safe they talk too much." The system itself was well guarded by Victory Star Destroyers and numerous IRD fighters. Entrance into the space port went smoothly for them.

Part 2

"Lets find a nice and busy tavern in a darker side of the city. Lets spread out for now and meet back at the ship in 5 hours. Any we want a more criminal element that knows about possible marks for us to hit." Parlin shakes his head as he see's the triplets walk off side by side in the same direction. There is no way to separate them for long. Parlin heads into the red light district. There must be someone in this area that deals with the black market. "Hmmm, once a man has fired one off, he is more apt to talk about things he shouldnt" he thinks to himself. Parlin reaches in his pocket and pulls out 100 credits. "Perfect." He heads into one of the busier establishments.

"Welcome to the Slutty Twi'Lek" says the older lady sitting in an expensive fur covered chair. "May I help you find the right woman for your needs?" Parlin studies the woman for a couple seconds. "Well I am looking for then just a pretty face, she needs to be perceptive and a woman that can put a mans mind at ease." He studies her again to see any new expressions as he speaks. She is good, not a single change can be noticed. Then again, maybe she does not understand. "There is Nacey here, she mostly deals in exotic types such as yourself. Bridget, now she is more expensive then the rest. She is rarely available since the CSA officers really like her. Across the room is Mica, is known for her special move called the Twist." Maybe she did understand after all, "I will take Bridget, I happen to be a ship captain. May as well find out what the officers like around here."

Bridget leads Parlin up to her room. "It will be 1000 Credits per hour" she tells him with a bored look in her eye. "Let me be honest" Parlin starts to explain. Bridget's look changes to one of almost anger "Great another dead beet that cannot pay." Parlin smiles at her, "Not at all, I have a couple questions for you that you may not want to answer." Bridget's expression changes again to almost blank. This one will be easy to read Parlin thinks to himself. "How would you like to make some credits on the side?" Bridget begins to smile but holds back "Doing what exactly?" "I am not in an honest career, and I would like to find some information that would lead me and my crew to easy riches." Bridget moves to a chair next to the bed. "I am getting so tired of these CSA officers, they take 5 minutes of my time and want to lay here and fill my ear with their jobs. I have told more then one that he needs to find a wife." Parlin takes a seat near her on the bed. "I thought as much, which is why I came here and chose you. If you lead us to a good target, I will pay you 10% of the profits." Bridgets eyes open wide "There is something I heard about this morning that will interest you and get me out of this place. Maybe I can open my own establishment and boss the girls around. If your group is good enough."

Parlin was the first to return to the ship. He waited for the others, first was Shar who arrived an hour early, next was Zixyl and Meow-Mix who were right on time, and finally Bran Nran and Tran who arrived 10 minutes late. "Ok, we are all here, lets get our information out so we can move on a target." Zixyl speaks up first "I found a small yard facility that will do ship modifications out of the prying eyes of the Authority." Parlin nods to Zixyl "that will be useful." Meow-Mix speaks up "Meow meow meow, meow meow meow meow." Most look on in confusion. "We need to buy an interpreter for you" replies Shar "we all know you are capable, but its just to difficult to understand, can you write it down for us?" Meow-Mix grabs a datapad and enters some info and hands it to Shar. "He says he could not find any real information, he did find an underground gladiator arena." The triplets speak up in unison, "There is..." They stop and Tran spouts "Seriously, you two are living my life, now let me speak." "I hardly think so, you two are the clones here and dont forget it" responds Bran. Tran and Nran speak in unison "Oh yeah." Bran takes over "There is a legitimate sale of a large number of T.I.E. fighters in the sector. Apparently the Empire is upgrading." Parlin looks over at Shar expecting her to speak next. "I spoke to a really nasty CSA intelligence officer, that would not keep his hands off of me. He is part of a garrison force that is looking for something else to do. The men are really bored at their current assignment and are looking for some action. After I put him in his place, I told him we may be able to take a few guy on at a time to help us with some 'work.' He also said that he has some information that could help get us a ship upgrade, and allow us to take his entire unit." Parlin looked at her with intrigue. "A ship upgrade, what do you mean?" "There is an Invincible class Dreadnaught sitting off a moon in another system. He would not tell me which one without some form of payment." Parlin nodded "What does he want?" "He wants a ship of his own and to accompany his unit out of the Corporate Sector. Im not going to tell you what else he wanted."

Part 3

"What were you able to find Boss?" asks Shar. "I was told of a freighter that will be entering the Sector in one week. Its captain paid off the CSA on several worlds to give it a pass as it makes its way to three different worlds in the sector. The cargo, well I will believe it when I see it, so lets leave that out for now" Parlin stops for a second to take a drink of his Etti Whiskey. "There will be three chances to capture this ship. The first is on the planet Saclas. This may be the easiest or the most difficult location. The ship, which is a Z-10 seeker will drop half its cargo on this world. The easy part is that is a smugglers paradise, the hard part is that the cargo is going to a crime boss. The second planet on is voyage is right here on Etti. This stop will not be possible unless we want to sneak aboard the ship and steal it. Finally, it will be going to Tothis. Not much trouble on this world to worry about, but by the time it reaches this system it will only contain one fourth of its cargo." Parlin pauses to listen to any responses.

After some discussions on the target and its destinations. The question arises that Parlin does not want to answer. "What is its cargo?" Parlin finally decides to speak up. "It is 40 metric tons of Glitterstim." He stops again to let it sink in to the crew. Everyone stares at him without any comments. "This spice is to end up in corporate hands, even from the crime lord. The corporations will disperse it across the galaxy to their lead negotiators. Believe me when I say they will not be happy with us, if they figure out who we are." Zixyl raises his hand as if he was in school "Sir, I can change out the transponder of this ship. It will be a dirty job, but it should be enough to cause confusion if anyone wants to search for us. I will need Lek's help to accomplish it. We may also need to look into changing the visual appearance as well." Shar looks at him without a thought and says "Make it happen." Zixyl looks to Parlin for confirmation and receives a nod. "Lets get the ship out of this system, when I do this we do not want to be anywhere near authorities."

"Shar, contact the CSA Intelligence Officer. Tell him we will take him up on his offer. Tell him to meet us on Craci in two weeks. Take Meow-Mix with you and pick up some paint, some red paint and some white paint."

Part 4

"Sir, I have us at one light minute out from Saclas. We are ready to get the work done we need" Lek informs Parlin. "Good, you and Zixyl get to work on the transponder and the rest of us have some painting to do."

4 days later

"Lek, put is near the jump in location for entering the sector near Saclas. Bran you pilot, Nran and Tran take the ion cannon and tractor beam. Meow Mix get your armor and blaster ready. Shar and Zixyl support Meow Mix the best you can." Parlin gets everyone into position. "And we will wait for the ship to arrive and hit it. Ionize the crap out of it and grab it with the tractor beam. Once we have it, Lek take us to light speed back to this location. After that the boarding actions will begin." Zixyl responds "I do not believe that the hull can take that kind of stress, we may damage our ship." "Understood, we will need to get out of there quickly, and the risk is worth the reward."

The YV-664 drops out of hyperspace near its target area. The ship is completely white except for the three red streaks that look like claw marks ripping through flesh. "Ok my friends, now we wait. We should expect a communication from the starport soon wondering why we are sitting here. Let me talk to them." Just past two hours the com comes in. "Unidentified freighter, this is Saclas control. Why have you not moved from that location? Do you need assistance?" a female voice mildly asks over the coms. "Give them some static responses for the moment, I will tell them we have power systems trouble. Make sure most of it is garbled." Parlin reaches down for the com. "kkksshhh Ion kkssshhhh failure kkkksshhshshsh couple hours ssshshsh." Parlin releases the button and sits down to wait for a response. "We understand that you are having technical issues and need a couple hours to repair the problem?" responds the starport traffic control officer. "Key your mic once for affirmative and twice for negative." Parlin hits the mic once. "Copy that freighter, we will give you two hours, after that we will send up a repair team at your cost." Parlin clicks the mic once more.

Two hours go by and no sign of the target. "Unidentified freighter, your time is up, we will be sending you a repair team at once" a voice sounds through the coms. Parlin gives spaceport control a single click of the mic. "Damn it!!! Lets hope they are slow moving at getting up to us." Shar keeps an eye on the time. "Here they come, I have them on sensors now. It looks to be a slow moving barge, it will take them at least another hour to reach us" reports Bran. "Sir, small vessel dropping out of hyperspace near our location. I will scan it and see if it is our target. Confirmed, a Z-10 seeker on our starboard side. It will take us 10 minutes to get in range. Lets hope she isnt too fast." Bran hits the ion drives to full speed and turns towards her. "Tran and Nran, get ready we have her in our grasp." The YV-664 lurches forward to all out speed. "Sir, the Z-10 is increasing speed. She must be aware of us speeding toward her. I can catch her." reports Bran. "There is a squadron of Cloak shaped fighters coming in, they will intercept us if we are not quick enough." shouts Lek. "Get those coordinates for light speed ready Lek" commands Parlin. Tran takes aim on the freighter, and starts spraying ion fire at the Z-10. The first few shots do not make it to the target, but after that he hits it true. The Z-10 comes to a stop, and Nran grabs it with the tractor beam. "Jump Jump Jump" shouts Parlin. "We have incoming, 12 concussion missiles on target" Bran grips the controls so hard his hands turn from green to white. White light streaks past the windows.

Zixyl opens coms to the bridge as the ship shudders through hyperspace "I dont know how long the ship can take this. I suggest everyone grab your vacuum suits even if we are dropping soon." Everyone moves to their suits as they drop out of hyperspace. "Bran, dock up with that ship, Tran and Nran stay in the gun wells. If they are able to get power up we cannot let them go." Meow Mix stands ready at the air lock with his blaster rifle in hand. He sees that everyone is behind him and ready, he hits the switch to stretch out the umbilical. He motions for Lek to step up front. Lek grabs his computer override kit to open the mark's doors. They move through the umbilical with no problems. "Get ready, I will drop as soon as it opens" Lek overrides the door. Meow-Mix leaps over him into the ship. Blaster fire sprays out as he moves back and forth firing back. He takes a shot to the chest and continues moving like it doesnt phase him. He then takes off running down the hall. Parlin moves past Lek to follow Meow Mix and finds him on top of one of the crew members. Two others are laying on the floor dead.

Part 5

Parlin and his crew arrive in the Craci system after a week of transferring cargo, returning the transponder to normal, and scraping paint off of their ship. "Its time to see how this works for us" says Shar a little bit nervously. Parlin grabs the com, "Craci starport control, this is the Rabid Bantha requesting permission to land for restock and refueling." A couple seconds seem to flow by like an eternity. "Request granted Rabid Bantha, you have permission to land at docking bay 12." "Thank you control."

The entrance ramp drops and the crew begins to walk off. They can see a customs officer walking up with a squad of security personnel. "GGRRRR" growls meow mix. "Who is the captain of the ship?" the security officer barks at the group. "I am in command here" responds Parlin. "We require a cargo manifest, crew documents, and a full inspection of the ship. A ship of this class was reported conducting pirate actions a week ago." The customs stares at Parlin and the security team raises their rifles. "That will not be necessary Lieutenant. This crew works for me." a loud voice booms from behind the security team. "You can go and harass another ship." The customs officer spins around ready to verbally assault the newcomer and pauses for a second. "Colonel, I did not know you were here. As you wish Sir, we will be moving on." The security team lowers their rifles and move out of the bay with the Lieutenant.

Parlin can now see the Colonel, a messy uniform and an obvious slob of a man. "This is the Corporate Sector Intelligence Officer I told you about Sir" Shar speaks up. "Perfect timing, lets step aboard your potential ship and discuss business." Parlin and Giles step aboard the ship, while the crew go pick up supplies. "Giles, my name is Parlin, and Shar told me some very interesting information about an offer you have for us. A capital ship and a CSA ground force if we provide you a ship and some action." Giles wipes a bugger on his jacket "That is correct, all of us are bored here in the Corporate Sector. We provide security for these big wigs and they walk on us every chance they get. Shar told me that you were a tactician and great leader of men. If what that idiot customs officer was after is true. I think you will be a group worth working with." Parlin nods "We are in fact the right crew. We have a massive haul of valuable loot in the hold." With a finger buried in his nose, Giles responds "Great, I can find you a buyer for the haul as you will need the funds to get the ship up and running, and to pay a crew to fly it." "We have a deal Giles."

The Rabid Bantha drops out of hyperspace at the coordinates given to them by Giles. They are taken to the Daermor system, towards the outskirts of the system. In view of them is a massive cylinder shaped vessel, an Invincible Dreadnaught. "Be careful approaching the ship, the natives are restless... There is a group of humans that have lived on the ship for almost one thousand years" Giles informs them. "Should we try coms then? questions Shar. "That couldnt hurt, but I suggest you do it. They would love a female voice like yours." Shar reaches for the coms "Invincible Dreadnaught do you read me?" she repeats her question after a minute. "Mmmm thats a perty voice, I bet you have a perty mouth too" responds a half witted voice. "How bout you come over here and we test it out?" Shar shudders and looks at Parlin as he shrugs. "I am just one woman, I doubt I can satisfy all of you." She pauses for a response "Welp guess not, but youll do fine for me. Bring over some good eats with ya." Parlin stops Shar for a thought "Tell him that we can take him and his people out of this area, and they can catch their own women and food." Shar relaxes for a bit "Well tell your people, that if they work for my captain that he will take them to get their own women and eats." A few minutes go by "Can we kill things too?" A few laughs break out on the bridge. "Yes of course, we will be taking other ships by force. The only thing is you will be required to follow orders from the captain" responds Shar. "You got it, we need some new bitches and eats."

Giles approaches Parlin "Lets offload the cargo, and I will inform the CSA ground unit of our location. They will arrive quickly. I will also get us a buyer and start a recruitment drive to get crew for the ship." Parlin nods to him and Giles heads to the ship. "This place is disgusting, what the hell is wrong with these people" Shar says choking on the smell. The leader of the inbred retards approaches Parlin "When do we get those eats?" Parlin smiles a him "We need to get the ship running, and get it cleaned up before we go anywhere." The commander retard looks around a bit "I dont see a problem here, but the engines don work too much." Parlin points around "I still want this ship nice and shiney in every location whether seen or not. Dont worry about the engines, Zixyl will have her running in no time." The Retard Commander turns and starts to motivate his people to work. In some cases he uses his boot to kick them off the floor.

"Sir, I can get the engines up and running again. It will take a bit of jury rigging and may not last long. We will need to get her to a shipyard soon." "Understood Zixyl, do what you can. We have a place to take her and once our loot is sold we will get her running properly. Its your baby now, so make a list." The triplets head toward the bridge with Shar to see what kind of shape its in.

A week goes by and Giles returns. "I have a buyer for us. It will be painless and easy. I have dealt with this group before. We will have to take a lower value then normal for Glitterstim, but that is only because word has traveled about the heist. The Army unit will arrive shortly." Parlin thanks Giles and returns to work.

The Army unit arrives and Giles greats them. "This is our new commander, Captain Parlin Karn." The CSA unit all stand at attention and salute, Parlin returns the salute. "Welcome to the team and our new ship. Well as new as it gets. I have a place setup for your equipment and your quarters. Get setup and we will talk again." Parlin motions towards the hangar deck.

"Sir, there is a com coming in for Giles" reports Bran from the bridge. Giles moves towards the hangar flight control station and opens the coms. He has a brief conversation and returns to Parlin. "Our buyers are here, I directed them to us. I will handle this, have everyone else keep clear as they will load the cargo themselves." A YT-1300 lands on the deck and the ramp opens. A few men walk out and talk to Giles. They hand him a small crate and move to load their cargo. Once complete they get back into their ship and take off.

"Here is your score." Giles hands Parlin the crate. Parlin opens it and his eyes widen. "That will get this ship moving, pay for our crew, buy us our fighters, and we will have some to spare.