Clan Vizsla
3rd Strike Group
Immobilizer Class Heavy Cruiser
Zsoldos

Hector Ricmore stood upon the bridge of the Immobilizer class capital ship, gazing intently at the surface of Zsoldos. After years of a migratory lifestyle it felt good to have a planet to call home, even if he preferred his boots on the deck of a spacefaring vessel. Zsoldos may be a hive of scum and villainy comparable to places like Nar Shadda or Tatooine, but it was his hive of scum and villainy. Hector’s musings were interrupted by the beeping of his com link.

“This is Hector.”

“Sir you have an incoming transmission in the com room from Appius Wight, says its urgent.”

“I should be sure to receive it then, thank you for informing me Captain.”

The Zygerrian turned away from the viewport and walked into the adjacent room which housed the ships holoprojector. The projector displayed a tall humanoid with short hair, typically brown, which appeared a shade of monochromatic blue with the rest of his figure due to the projection.

“Appius! It’s good to see you my friend. Got an adventure planned for the newly formed Battleteam Deathwatch?”

The figure chuckled. “Enthusiastic as ever I see. I do suppose that you could consider my news an adventure. Collective forces managed to infiltrate the clan vaults and make off with a significant portion of our clans valuables, escaping without a trace. Thankfully we do seem to have a lead from...a rather odd source.”

“Oh? What kind of odd source?”

“A Jedi of all things if you can believe it. He came to Zsoldos bearing information he claimed he saw through force visions.”

Hector blinked, visibly taken aback. “Uh Appius? I’m all for a grand adventure but I don’t know if rushing out into space on the words of a prophet will help us recover what was stolen.”

The human nodded. “The clan happens to share your sentiment, for that reason the strike groups will be acting independently. You are to take the 3rd strike group and investigate the Jedi’s visions while our other forces focus on other possible leads. I am sending you two people to help with your search; the Jedi will be present so you can hear about his visions first hand, and I am sending the newest member of our Battleteam Kano Tor Tydex.”

The Zygerrian made a sound of affirmation. “I’ve never worked with Tydex before, what can you tell me about him?”

“He is a professional first and foremost; expensive but almost always delivers. He can be a bit standoffish but he is not a terrible person when you really get to know him.”

“Hmm doesn’t sound that bad”

“At least that's what I’ve heard, he seems like kind of a Shab.”

Hector paused. “Well that’s reassuring” he muttered sarcastically

“The pair should be arriving shortly. May the Force be with you.”

The hologram disappeared as the communication ended.

Beep beep beep. Hector activated his com link.

“There are two visitors requesting to see you sir.”

“Let me guess, a Jedi and a Mandalorian?”

“Yes sir”

“Send them up please.”

It was not long before the bridge doors opened admitting two figures into the room.

Hector turned to address the newcomers. “I’ve been expecting the two of you. My name is Hector Ricmore, Major in the Iron Legion, and the best pilot the unknown regions has ever seen.”

The Zygerrian moved to address the armored figure. “Kano Tydex I presume? I look forward to working with a man of your skill, you have quite a reputation after all.” He held out his hand for Kano to shake.

The mandalorian ignored the hand instead leaning backwards on the wall. While the figure had a relatively slouched posture he gave off a predatory vibe, a loth cat coiled and ready to leap at its prey.

“Appius has already briefed me on the job and taken care of payment. What needs to be done?”

Hector nodded. “That’s one less thing to do then. First we have to check with our Jedi friend, Mr?”

“Caldorous Syr. You may call me Cal.”

“Cal it is then. Appius told me that you had a vision or some hallucination?”

“A Force vision is no mere hallucination major. It is a prediction of what may occur, or a retelling of something long past. The Force grants us the ability to view events like the reflections on a river; distorted and muddled but visible nonetheless.”

“If these visions are distorted then how can they possibly be of any help?”

“They would not be, not to me at least. But I am certain that a pilot of your skill will find this information useful.”

The miraluka pulled out a datapad from his robe, giving it to Hector.

The Major read over the data before smiling. “You’ve given us their fleet composition, 4 strike class cruisers, as well as a set of hyperspace coordinates. Let’s see...that puts us in the Orian system. Brotherhood records state that this is the Dentavii Asteroid belt...an abandoned refueling facility for the Dlarit Special Operations group? Yes I am certain they are there.”

Hector continued to mutter to himself as he walked into the communications room. Flipping on the holoprojector a model of the Dentavii asteroid belt appeared, surrounded by the 4 strike class cruisers.

“The ships themselves are more than a match for our strike group. They heavily outgun our Raider class vessels and only the Immobilizer can compete when it comes to turbolasers. To make matters worse each one of these ships can carry two squadrons of starfighters. While our Tie SF’s can take on a squadron of B wings and plow through their Z-95 headhunters there is no way we can manage another 6 squadrons of fighters.”

Cal chose that moment to interrupt. “So don’t bother fighting them.”

“What do you mean don’t bother fighting them? We can’t allow them to get away with Clan Vizsla’s resources and not deploying fighters is suicidal at best!”

“You are hearing the words that I am saying but you are not truly listening. If you are truly a great pilot prevent the enemy ships from ever taking off.”

“Oh...that might work. The strike class cruisers are quick to produce but have a modular design, the separate pieces have weak points where they connect. If we split our bombers with fighter escort into 2 groups we can take out half their fighters before they can launch, even more if we risk an in system jump to place the Immobilizer right next to the enemy fleet.”

“HA HA! Thank you for the suggestion Cal, this may be winnable after all.”

The jedi nodded his head in acknowledgement

“Kano, you are in charge of ground operations. Handpick a strike team from one of the special missions company and take control of the facility. The asteroid is not huge but I’ll send a titan dropship with an AT-M6 in case you need the fire power to enter the base.”

“Understood, consider the facility secured.”

“Alright people, we’ve got stolen goods to recover. Captain set course for the asteroid belt and give me access to the nav computer so I can plot the micro jump.”

“Of course sir.” the Captain replied

Course set, the Immobilizer jumped into hyperspace; followed by the rest of the strike group.

Some time later

Hector Ricmore watched the last of the pilots enter the hangar. All the pre flight checks on the Tie bombers and Tie SF starfighters were completed; they were ready for action.

Calenhad had taken the time to double check and fix Hector’s calculations, the microjump would be a risky maneuver, but it should work, emphasis on the should.

Hector’s commlink chirped. “Sir, we are coming out of hyperspace now and are prepared to make an immediate in system jump.”

“Thank you for Captain, all fighters are ready to launch.”

Hector switched his commlink frequency to one being used by the pilots. “Alright everyone, we are seconds away from dropping out of hyperspace and right into the action. Stick to the plan and watch the backs of your squad mates, as we will watch your back in turn. Stay alert, fly well and we will all get through this.”

Hector activated his life support, sealing the breath mask against his face. Climbing on top of a Tie SF he dropped down into the cockpit of the ship. Turning around he addressed the gunner of his vessel. “What’s your name kid?”

“I umm Wilson. My name is Wilson Smith sir.” The jittery human stated.

“Well Wilson, today you get to fly with the best pilot in the unknown regions, I give you my word we’ll make it out alive.”

Wilson gulped nervously. “If you say so sir.”

Beep beep beep. Hector activated his commlink. “Major Ricmore, the microjump was successful, no casualties but the hyperdrive is leaking and our engine has received extensive damage. Emergency thrusters have power but we will not be moving anywhere fast.”

“Excellent work Captain, don’t worry about the damages, I don’t intend for this battle to last long enough for it to matter.”

Switching his comm back to the pilots channel Hector called out “It’s time to move people, all fighters and bombers launch now!”

The ships flew out in 3 groups: the first was formed of transports carrying Kano Tydex and the ground forces. The other two groups were made up of Tie SF and Bombers, evenly split to hit separate targets. The ships flew in formation, taking advantage of the microjump that had placed them behind the enemy fleet. The 2 groups delivered their payloads, obliterating the hangars of the 2 closest Strike cruisers.

The Clan Vizsla forces had performed exemplary but battles were not won that easily.

“All Tie’s regroup on me, we’re going to rush that cruiser with everything we have left.”

The 2 groups reformed and advanced towards the cruiser. The time spent hitting the other targets gave the ship time to turn, which it used to promptly open fire on the advancing ships. The turbolasers took down 8 bombers and 4 fighters, with the rest of the vessels reaching the ship and once again destroying the hangar. Low on numbers and out of explosives the ships returned to the Immobilizer.

The last Strike cruiser released its B wings and Z 95 headhunters in pursuit. Hector and the 3rd strike group had planned for this. Instead of moving to engage the Strike class cruisers the Raider II class corvettes of the Vizsla 3rd Strike group had moved closer to the enemy fleet and angled themselves to intercept any fighters that escaped. The pursuing B wing and Z 95 squadron were shredded by the onslaught of turbolaser and blaster fire upon entering the kill zone.

The Raiders then proceeded to engage the Strike Class cruisers alongside the Immobilizer, which was finally able to face the enemy given their reduced state and reliance on thrusters. Given time to repair and rearm the Tie SF and Bombers were able to exploit the pressure on the Strike Class from their capital ships, and destroy them in subsequent bombing runs.

Ever a professional, Kano Tor Tydex secured the asteroid. Leading from the front, Kano lead a lightning fast assault utilizing Vizsla forces outfitted with Jetpacks. Breaching the enemy stronghold with the turbolaser present on the AT-M6, Kano managed a miraculous attack with zero casualties, likely owed to the speed of the assault and the terror inspired by an AT-M6 looming over the Collective forces.

‘All in all things went well’ Hector Ricmore reflected. There were funerals to plan, condolences to send and repairs to make; but Clan Vizsla had managed to recover their riches from a foe with surperior forces, with surprisingly few casualties.

Hector put down his pen and gathered his flimsiplast, having finished writing down the tale of the encounter. He placed the flimsiplast into a container, locking it for safekeeping. The Zygerrian could not keep the grin off of his face as he walked into the communications room. Booting up the holoprojector it was not long before the figure of Appius Wight appeared before him.

“We’ve done it Appius, mission accomplished.”

The morning sun slowly in the sky as a breeze softly fluttered across tops of the city skyscrapers. Gently blowing antennae on their tops around like flowers swaying in the wind, as it moved across the towering landscape. A figure appeared on one of these towers. Unmoved by the breeze, even as it fluttered around him as it caused his cloak to billow about. Unfazed, he stared intently on the city scene playing out below him.
Xendar had arrived on Earth three days before, and for all that he had observed in that time, he was not impressed. One thing that he noted about this planet had barely any form of space travel, and the little that they did do was only in high orbit above their planet. But there were other things that he had observed that did seem very familiar.
At the moment, his interest was on a building close by. Putting his macrobinoculars to his eyes, he started to scan the crowd gathering outside. He had gotten halfway through the crowd when he stopped, lowered his macrobinoculars and stared at the crowd with his own eyes for several seconds, then brought the macrobinoculars back up to his eyes. Twi’leks? There are Twi’leks in that crowd?! He thought to himself. As he looked a little further, he saw that there was not just Twi’leks. But also, Wookies, Tusken Raiders and Jawas. What is going here? Then, if only to add to the confusion that he was experiencing. A little further along in the crowd, he spotted stormtroopers, clone troopers, Imperial Guards, Shadow Guards, and even some Jedi as well. How is this possible? He pondered. With his curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate further.
After making his way down from the building. He then caused a distraction that allowed him to slip into the crowd unnoticed, as it was slowly snaking its way into the building. Just before after entering, Xendar encountered his next problem, which came in the form of an individual named Aloysius Buford.
Behind him, Xendar could hear a commotion rippling through the crowds as it got closer, he could hear a very pronounced voice with a very unusual accent.

“Excuse me! Pardon me! Coming through!” The voice boomed.

Turning around, Xendar found himself staring down a short rotund man with a large white hat.
“Excuse me there, son. Might I talk to you for a moment? I have a business proposition that I would like to discuss,” The rotund man asked.
Before he could do anything, Xendar found himself being marched into the building by the short man.
“This one is with me, Rodney,” The rotund man shouted over his shoulder. While the other event staff ahead of them cleared a path for them. Stopping near a bench, the rotund man sat down. After making himself comfortable he introduced himself.
“My name is Aloysius Buford, but you can call me Big Al,” he began. “And I do apologize for pulling you out of the crowd. But I do have a business proposition for you. “How would you like to make a thousand bucks? I own this building. I’ll even throw in VIP access, heck, I will even see if I can get you a discount price on all merchandise from all of the vendors.”

Xendar stared at him with a blank look. Buford seemed to find the silence very uncomfortable, as he fidgeted where he sat.

“Look, son, I am not going to ask you to do anything dangerous, illegal or immoral. I just need you to act as a member of my family for a short time,” he said. Then looking up at Xendar. “And if it isn’t too much trouble, would you mind removing that stuff covering your face. I know this is a convention and all, but I can’t even see your eyes under that hood.”

Xendar didn’t see any harm in humoring Buford, so he did as he asked. Buford gave a start when Xendar revealed his face to him.

“Son, I don’t know who you are or where you come from and I really don’t care. But are you sure that you are not half cat or something?” Cathar, and I am quarter actually. Xender thought to himself.

“So, is it a deal?” Buford hesitantly asked.

“What exactly do I have to do?” Xendar replied.

Buford gave a sigh of relief and continued. “I have an old friend, and business associate coming here to finalize a deal. All you need to do is just pretend to be a member of my family, that... and uh...,” Buford paused for a moment, “Be a date for his daughter.”
Buford recoiled in expectation of a massive outburst. But was both surprised and relieved by Xendar’s silence and blank expression.

“So uh, can you do that for me son? Buford pleadingly asked.

“What does this date entail?” Xendar asked.

“Nothing much, take her out for lunch possibly dinner, stroll around the convention, shop, catch a film or two, things like that.”

Xendar pondered this few moments before answering. It did seem that this venture would give him a better opportunity to observe and analyze what was going on here while providing excellent cover.

“Very well, I accept.”

Buford, whole frame relaxed as he let loose a large sigh of relief. Then he looked down at his wrist and gave a start.

“Well come on then! We're supposed to meet them in five minutes!” Buford shouted over his shoulder as he took off running.

Several minutes later, Xendar was introduced to Sarah Hashimoto and her father, Saburo. After Hashimoto And Buford gave each a hearty backslapping welcome to each other, Buford introduced Xendar, and Saburo introduced his daughter. After spending a few minutes chatting, Hashimoto and Buford left to finalize the details on a business merger.

“Interesting costume,” he said, in an attempt to break the ice. “Where does it come from?”

Sarah burst into a fit of giggles. “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you,” she said a couple of seconds later. “It’s just that I thought that everyone knew what Star Trek was.”

“I don’t,” Xendar said simply.

“It’s from Star Trek Next Generation, it’s a command officer’s uniform,” She explained. She then gave Xendar an appraising glance.
“And you look like you could be a Sith, but your eyes are not yellow. And you look like a half-human half-alien as well, Correct?”

“You are close, Grey Force user. And I’m one-quarter human, three-quarters non-human,” Xendar stated.

“And makes up the non-human part?” Sarah asked.

“Zeltron, Cathar, and Echani,” Xendar replied.

“Oh, I’m not familiar with those,” she said as she scrunched her face up in puzzlement. Then reaching over she grabbed Xendar’s arm. “Well, we both learned something new today. Come on, let’s get going,” she said as she tugged at his arm.

As the day progressed, Xendar learned more about this planet. Much of what he learned was gave him an insight into just how this planet worked. While other parts, he could have been just as content not knowing. And some of it came across as a rude shock.

Just before noon, he and Sarah had stopped at an artist booth to admire the work. When a woman’s voice called out Sarah’s name. As they turned around, they were met by a trio of women. Which included a Rutian Twi’lek, one dressed similarly to Sarah but with blue shoulders, and the last one was attired in some kind of battle armor. After a brief exchange of hugs, squeals, and giggles. The one in the battle armor noticed Xendar.

“Who’s your friend?” She coyly asked Sarah.

Sarah turned looked at Xendar. “This is Al Buford's nephew, Xendar. Xendar, this is Kiesha” Sarah pointed to the woman in the Star Fleet uniform, “Jasmine,” the one in the battle armor. “And Taya” which was the Rutian Twi’lek.

“So, what have you three been up to?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, not much, just taking in the sites,” Taya said. “We are going to go get some lunch.”

“We were just about to do the same thing,” Sarah stated.

“We would be honored if you would join us,” Xendar stated. Then perhaps I can figure out what is going on here, He thought.

At first, no one could think of a good place. Until Kiesha said that they should just grab a burger and fries. After stepping into the restaurant, and choosing a spot to seat them all. Kiesha ordered lunch for them. It was at this point, that Taya gave Xendar a massive shock. It happened just after the food arrived. Taya was intensely scratching her head.

“Hey Taya, you okay?” Kiesha asked.

“I got an itch that is driving me crazy,” she growled. “That’s it! This thing is coming off. She reached under her chin and undid the strap under her chin, and put hands on her ear cones and lifted her lekkus of her head.
Xendar sat in shock as a mop of short shaggy brown hair came into view. And Taya scratching her head like crazy. After a few moments, she gave a sigh of relief and looked over at Xendar.

“Hey, Xendar, you okay?” Taya asked. “You're looking at me like I just took off my head of or something.”

“I, I'm, I’m fine, would you want this?” Offering Taya his untouched beer glass.

“Is there a problem with it?” She asked.

“No. I just can’t get past the smell.” He replied as handed her his glass.

As he sat there pondering over what just happened, his mind drifted away in his thoughts. Everyone that I saw that I thought was non-human, is human. He thought to himself. But if these humans have never left their planet, and their communications systems are only for planetary use. How do they know about Wookies, Twi’lieks, Clone Troopers and everything else that I have seen?

“Xendar, Xendar?” Sarah said in a sing-song voice. “Earth to Xendar, are you there?”

Shaking his head to clear his mind, Xendar looked over at Sarah.

“Jasmine just scored us some free tickets to a show. Let’s get going.”

Pulling out some money that Buford had given him and handed it to the waitress at the counter as he made his way out of the restaurant.

“Just what is that we are going to be watching?” Xendar asked Sarah.

“You should like it. It’s called the Greatest Moments of Star Wars.”

And for the next several hours, Xendar watched as the history from the Clone Wars to the destruction of the second death star played across the screen. How do they know all of this? He thought to himself. Even as the film ended and the lights came on and he was walking out of the theater, he was still unable to figure any of it out.
His thoughts of contemplation were shattered when a mass of voices began to sing. Their off-key voices caused Xendar to flinch and Sarah to cover her ears in a vain attempt to drowned out the noise.

“What is that?” Xendar shouted, so he could be heard overthe raucous din that seemed to growing in volume.

“yljah’ Qey ‘oH” Sarah shouted back. “It’s a Klingon song of victory. But the way their doing it, it should be the Death Scream.”

During all of this, another convention goer had stopped for a moment and set down their suitcase and when Sarah, with her hands still clamped over her ears took a step back, she tripped over the suitcase. Which caused her to fall backwards. Xendar saw this, rushed over and dropped to his knees to make sure that she was okay.

“Are you hurt?” He asked Sarah.

“No, I’m fine. Just a little startled.”

As Xendar started to help Sarah to her feet, a group of black leather boots adorned with a spike on the toe of it, came into view,

“Behold sons and daughters of Kahless!” the leader’s boomed. “Look at what cowers at our feet! A Federation officer and....” The leader paused as Xendar stood up to his full height. “Whatever you are.”

“Could you please move,” Xendar asked politely.

“We move for no but ourselves! We are....” He did not finish his sentence as Xendar grabbed him by the throat and lifted him in the air.

“Now I asked you nicely to move,” Xendar said in a whisper-quiet voice. “If you insist on playing the part of an idiot. Perhaps you are in need of an education. Now, are you going to let us through?”

The leader nodded his head as best as he could. and with that Xendar set him on his feet and stepped back. The entire crowd parted to let them through.
Xendar enjoyed the rest of his time with Sarah. She explained more about the Earth and its people. She also explained to him the Star Wars film history they had watched, came from the mind of a human named George Lucas. Just before she left, Sarah handed him several pieces of paper with numbers written on them. Xendar looked at her puzzlingly.

“That Jasmine’s, Taya’s, Keisha and my phone numbers”, she stated. “If you ever in L.A., you can give one of us a call.”
After leaving Earth and making the long journey back home, he thought about all that happened and all of the people he had met.
Xendar’s debriefing was long and incredibly time-consuming. His two points that he imparted before leaving, was, one: that they should keep a close eye on this George Lucas. And two: that if they sent him back to earth, that he would like to investigate the city of L.A.

This does become somewhat graphic. But its a Zombie Fiction.

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