Vossill
Spread the fires of revolution
Location: The planet Crakull, in the Unknown Regions.
The aging spacecraft shuddered and wheezed as it entered the atmosphere abruptly. It probably had no business flying anymore, but this was all that Toar Shul had been willing to spare for Vossill's mission. Spread the fires of rebellion, of freedom, the elders had instructed him. That Vossill would do, although he had surely expected some better equipment for the job.
The Quarren fighter looked out the viewport in the cockpit of the rusting aircraft. He wasn't much of a pilot, but his lifelong friend Rii Kosh had that technicality under control. Below him, forests of spiraling trees bending in all sorts of different directions splayed out, covering miles and miles of blue-green terrain. Random splotches of clearings indicated either swamps or settlements, both probably too dismal for most in the galaxy to live in.
"Starting descent now, my brothers!" Rii Kosh triumphantly stated into the comm system which would be transmitted throughout the entire transport. Cheers resounded throughout the cabin. The ship's cargo hold, which was hastily reconfigured for life-forms to be comfortable on long trips, held the rest of the extremists; most were fellow Quarren of the Toar Shul group, but there were some humans, a Trandoshan, and a Miralukan. The group of twenty or so had boxes of blaster rifles and explosives accompany them.
Spread the fires of rebellion and freedom, indeed. Vossill felt a tinge of excitement run through him. His first directive from Toar Shul; he would not let them down. Nodding at Kosh and speaking into the comm system, Vossill firmly stated, "Ready, my brothers. Prepare to disembark and wash the oppressors in their own foul blood. Free the oppressed!" More shouts echoed from the cargo hold in response.
Vossill smiled, tentacles squirming. The next step would be to reach the contact on the planet who had asked for Toar Shul's assistance. All was going well.
The aging spacecraft shuddered and wheezed as it entered the atmosphere abruptly. It probably had no business flying anymore, but this was all that Toar Shul had been willing to spare for Vossill's mission. Spread the fires of rebellion, of freedom, the elders had instructed him. That Vossill would do, although he had surely expected some better equipment for the job.
The Quarren fighter looked out the viewport in the cockpit of the rusting aircraft. He wasn't much of a pilot, but his lifelong friend Rii Kosh had that technicality under control. Below him, forests of spiraling trees bending in all sorts of different directions splayed out, covering miles and miles of blue-green terrain. Random splotches of clearings indicated either swamps or settlements, both probably too dismal for most in the galaxy to live in.
"Starting descent now, my brothers!" Rii Kosh triumphantly stated into the comm system which would be transmitted throughout the entire transport. Cheers resounded throughout the cabin. The ship's cargo hold, which was hastily reconfigured for life-forms to be comfortable on long trips, held the rest of the extremists; most were fellow Quarren of the Toar Shul group, but there were some humans, a Trandoshan, and a Miralukan. The group of twenty or so had boxes of blaster rifles and explosives accompany them.
Spread the fires of rebellion and freedom, indeed. Vossill felt a tinge of excitement run through him. His first directive from Toar Shul; he would not let them down. Nodding at Kosh and speaking into the comm system, Vossill firmly stated, "Ready, my brothers. Prepare to disembark and wash the oppressors in their own foul blood. Free the oppressed!" More shouts echoed from the cargo hold in response.
Vossill smiled, tentacles squirming. The next step would be to reach the contact on the planet who had asked for Toar Shul's assistance. All was going well.