STAR WARS: Espionage Tale Chapters 2 and 3

 Chapter 2: The Jammed Signal.

The New Republic had many ships stationed across the galaxy, since the Populist Party disbanded the Military and Navy following the War, they had no need for Fleets, just enough ships to maintain communications and transmissions sent out by agents and operatives across the galaxy. One such vessel was the Nebulon B-Frigate Solana, which was stationed near the Fuel Yards of the Dustig Sector, not far from the Demos System and Malastare, providing just enough intelligence to the New Republic in the event something happened on the Fuel refineries of the Dug homeworld. Of course, there were X-Wing Patrols that constantly made passes through the sectors, but these Frigates that were mostly utilized as refueling stations for deep space runs, were strategically placed and while posts aboard these ships were generally boring, they still managed to collect transmissions and scan for distress calls across the galaxy. 

A female human transmission officer sits on the bridge of the Nebulon B- Frigate Solana alone. She is young perhaps in her mid twenties, she is eager to serve the New Republic and hastily listens in on the transmissions on the empty bridge of the Nebulon B-Frigate. She did this specifically to pass the time aboard the ship, as the other officers and technicians refueled patrols who often were dispatched to deal with pirates or the occasional rogue outlaw. She was fresh out of the academy, a grunt as it were, but she felt she was lucky to have made it through the officers exam as to not deal with hyperfuel as it made her anxious and instead found herself working the communications at a generally safe position in the Mid Rim territories where Piracy was far more limited given its closeness the Core.

She flips through screens on panels of communications from throughout the sector. She taps buttons and turns dials as she listens in through a headset, to the transmissions, when suddenly she finds the transmission from Barton Gn’oc. “This is —Agent, Barton Gn’oc, my cover -been blown, I am pinned down —Monra—Yul Demos, requesting New Republic backup, —the Moff. This may be my last transmission. If any New Republic Forces—I am pinned down, I repeat I am—”static hovers over the comm as the transmission officer taps a button on her console, she turns to a second dial a comms device on her seat. “Captain, you might want to hear this” states the officer. “I’ll be right there, Yara” states a gruff male voice over the comms. Yara keeps the transmission on loop and taps buttons trying to get a better clearer version of the message but it is too stressed and garbled due to jamming. 

The door behind her soon opens as a Short Mon-Calamari, in a New Republic officers Uniform enters “ Captain, this transmission just came in from somewhere in the Demos System I believe” she states. “Put it through” states the Mon Calamari, as Yara plays it aboard the bridge. ““This is —Agent, Barton Gn’oc, my cover -been blown, I am pinned down —Monra—Yul Demos, requesting New Republic backup, —the Moff. This may be my last transmission. If any New Republic Forces—I am pinned down, I repeat I am—” states Barton’s voice over the comm. “This is troubling, I want this sent to Republic Intelligence on Hosnian Prime at once” states the Captain. “Yes sir” “the defense council will want to hear this” states the Captain. 

****Hosnian Prime*****

The City World of Hosnian prime has recently switched to being the Capital of The new Republic, following a wish of the New Republic to move away from Coruscant and distance their image from that of the Empire. Every level of the The New Republic ran from here from the Intelligence Network to Galactic Senate itself. The New Republic Senatorial Complex on Hosnian Prime is a vast structure that housed the entire senate, as well as offices, with moving sidewalks that assisted in ferrying people through the complex. One such office was the Senator of Alderaan’s Quarters, and the Office of the Supreme Chancellor. 

Following Mon Mothma’s departure from the Senate, her Successor Bilin Mok from the Planet of Corellia, was viewed as impartial, he wasn’t a fan of the Centrist but he didn’t agree entirely with the Populists either. He was an arrogant man and his term would soon end, as he wasn’t popular with either party despite appeasing both, equally. The Centrist sought their own candidate as well as legislation to dispose of the title and powers of the supreme Chancellor, while the Populists didn’t agree entirely, they too wished to dispose of the title of Chancellor for different means. 

The Old Senator of Corellia stared out his window down upon the city of Hosnian prime when his door bell rang. “Enter” he stated as two figures entered his quarters, the first the Senator of Hosnian Prime Hamata Xiono one of the supreme chancellors greatest Supporters, the other, an Umbaran Woman, named Shi Tuu who was a Populist ally, but held the chair of Vice Chair in the Senate. “Hamata, my friend, Mistress Tuu Welcome” he states, having a seat at his desk. “This Partisan Political Scourge needs to end. The Centrist and Populists struggle will destroy the Senate, we came to you because you still hold influence from your office, to ask that you bring calm to this conflict, to end the storm before we wind up in another Civil War”states Xiono. “What say you mistress Tuu?” asks Chancellor Mok. “I agree with Senator Xiono’s Concern, Senator Organa and Senator Casterfo, will divide us if we don’t act against the partisanship now”explains Tuu. “what do you both propose I do?” asks Mok. “I am going to propose a bill, an amendment to our constitution preventing partisan politics within the Senate, I ask that you throw your support behind me ”states Xiono. “We must do what we can to preserve the Republic, Senator Mothma, my predecessor, and a dear friend worked to hard to see the New Republic end as the old republic had, I will not disappoint her, as I will not disappoint this body”states Mok. “thank you Chancellor”states Xiono as he leaves, leaving Tuu and Mok alone. “Do you believe Senator Xiono has the votes to pass his legislation?” asks Mok. Tuu looks at Mok and attempts to look away “with all do respect your excellency, Xiono is just as unpopular with both Parties as you are. I fear this is the end of the Republic”states Tuu. “bring word of this to Senator Organa, see if you can persuade her to back the vote, for all our sakes” states Mok. Tuu stands and exits the office. Mok returns to look out his window upon the city, as a chirping sound comes from his desk, Mok taps the button. “Yes?” he asks.

“Sir this is Officer Carrig with Republic Intelligence, we have an issue” states the voice. “What kind of issue?Can’t the Secretary of Intelegence deal with this?” asks The Chancellor. “Sir, its urgent that I speak with you directly, this concerns the agent you had us send to the Demos System”state the voice. “I am on my way”states the Chancelor. “We await your arrival sir” states the voice. The Chancelor stands from his desk and makes his way to the door where he is escorted by two Republic Senate Guards, Blue Cloaked soldiers with White Service helmets strapped to their chins. Each holding a Ar-15 Rifle upwards with their arm as they marched behind him, to the mobile walkways. As they passed through the building more and more of these guards appeared surrounding the chancellor until he had eight guards surrounding him as he is escorted to a modified JPP-192 Limospeeder. The Chancellor is loaded into the speeder as it lifts into the sky form the Senate Building towards the New Republic Intelligence Center. 

The Center was a large rounded building built above an old Republic shipyard. What formerly held Acclamator Class Star Destroyers now, held New Republic MC80-A’s,MC-75’s,MC-80-B’s,X-Wings, Y-wings, B-Wings and A Wings, as well as other New Republic Star Craft and Shuttle Craft. Surrounding them walls of Turbolaser turrets and Shield Generators, that watched as the Limospeeder sped into a hanger that closed as the Supreme Chancellor arrived. The Hanger was full of New Republic Soldiers, fewer humans than there were Bothans, Sullustans, Duros and Mon Calamari. As the Chancellor exited the vehicle he was saluted by troopers many of whom served in the Rebel Alliance. Two more of the senate guards Emerged from the entrance into the main Intelligence complex, lead by a man who wasn’t quite an officer but rather another politician, his blue flourishing robes matching those that Mok Wore, but he was a Bothan, who was well pampered, his bare hooved feet making his way to Mok who stood at the limousine awaiting his escort. “Chancellor” states the Bothan greeting him. “Minister Reeve, what has transpired?” asks the Chancellor. “This way please Chancellor we have much to discuss” states the Minister of Intelligence who leads the Chancellor deeper into the complex soon arriving at the central hub, a maze of walkways, leading to dozens of rooms, the hallways all visible through plexy glass that surrounded them, as they made their way deeper and deeper into the hub soon reaching an elevator. As they reached the elevator they fanned inside of it and lowered down to one of the lowest levels of the facility.

The facility soon appeared less transparent and more steel and confidential. As the doors opened they walked down a corridor one of the old Empire and Republic and then into a command center where dozens of Bothans and humans worked diligently listening to comms. The doors behind them soon shut as they were scanned by Probe droids, before entering the central hub. The Door locking mechanism behind them that of a Vault Door, more than that of a security door that Blast Doors soon closed atop of before it was also ray shielded. “Why all this secrecy what has happened to our agent?” asks Mok. “play the transmission”orders Reeve turning to a Bothan near the central table. The recording appearing as vibrations hovering above the table as the lights dimmed “This is —Agent, Barton Gn’oc, my cover -been blown, I am pinned down —Monra—Yul Demos, requesting New Republic backup, —the Moff. This may be my last transmission. If any New Republic Forces—I am pinned down, I repeat I am—” states the voice. 

The Chancellor looks at the Minister. “What happened to him?” he asks cautiously. “We don’t know, The Demos System, stopped transmitting that is why we dispatched Agent Gn’oc in the first place” “how did we get this transmission?” asks the Chancellor. “It was rebounded through his ships long range transmitter, we assume he has a droid who managed to get the transmission beamed out”states Reeve. “What of the droid?” asks the Chancellor. “We have recently made contact with the droid, upon it’s masters death it managed to escape and make it’s way to Sorosuub ShipYards, it is still on Sullust, we have already dispatched transmissions to get what it knew”states the minister. “Have you analyzed it?” asks the Chancelor. “Yes, the agent appears to be stating that there is a Moff on Yul Demos” states an officer. “I thought there are no more recorded Imperial Moffs”states the Chancellor. “That is why this so curious”explains Reeve. “Who else knows about this?” asks the Chancellor. “The captain of the Solana and his comms technician Officer” expresses an Officer. “The Solana?”asks the Chancelor curiously. “They are mostly a refueling station, outside the Dustig and Demos Systems. They intercepted the transmission when it was sent out” expresses another Officer. “Dispatch a squadron of Fighters to the Solana. Rangers, who can investigate Agent Gn’oc’s disappearance, this doesn’t leave this room, we don’t want word of an Imperial Moff terrorizing our people, we all remember Thrawn’s Return”expresses the Chancellor. “Yes sir, prepare a fleet while were at it,send Ackbar if we can to the Demos System, if there is an imperial Moff I will take no chances” states the Chancellor. “Yes sir” states another officer.

Chapter 3: the Agitator

The people of Yul Demos stood outside the Palace of their Prime Minister, sovereign of their planet. The people calling for change, in the Senate. Their cries loud as they protest his alliance with the Populists, siding with the Centrists propaganda that had filled there streets. The local law enforcement of Demos, in a panic standing on edge, with shields and weapons ready, standing in full riot gear in the event the protest turned violent or worse into a coup. 

Within the palace a council of ministers, advisors and aides sat around in council discussing how best to remedy the situation. The lead Parliamentarian, of the Planet Bormu, was a firm believer in democracy, an ally of the Populist party, and listened as the other advisors debated amongst them. Bormu was a cyborg Zabrak, who had served in the Rebellion during the Galactic Civil War, fighting in the battle of Sullust, Tanab,Endor  and Jakku. He was a war hero to the people, and listened to these politicians with great distaste. 

The Prime Minister was not as familiar with war, prior to his office on Demos, he served as Senator for his homeworld for many years during the rise of the Empire, following the fall of the Senate he returned home to his beloved Demos, to watch as it was destroyed by Imperial Industry its natural resources stolen as it fueled the Imperial Industrial Machine. His name was Milo Sasx, he was a Cerean, and in his old age he had seen much happen and thought very long and hard on every step he made, using both his brains to be very diplomatic and negotiate with his people.

As the ministers rabble, in the meeting room, the Prime Minister raised his hand silencing them all. He then spoke his voice soft and warm “Our world, faces a great fury, our governing body is that of many from countless worlds many of whom were colonists who came here seeking refuge from the empire, we must remind the people the stances by which they are now protesting against us in the name of. We must ask them, if they truely wish to rally for authoritarianism, or return to a time of peace and prospertiy to our world. Has anyone heard from Senator Sorm?” asks the Prime minister.  One of the Advisors Stood, a Human in a blue tunic and floral patterned robes “the Senator has been missing for days, disappeared, we have also lost all transmission with The New Republic, our signals are being jammed we are on our own” states the advisor. “Prime Minister, perhaps we must hold elections of a new senator, but instead of this body electing the senator, we give the right to the people” advises another vizier. “To give that right to the people will pledge us to the cause of Centrists, to the cause of those who seek to see many of civillians in Chains, or worse. I will not have our world represented by one who has loyalty to an old regime who has done nothing but take from our people from our precious Yul”states the Prime Minister. “Perhaps then, we acknowledge the peoples feelings, we ask why they seek Centrist representation?” states Bormu. “Representative of our Courts, Bormu, my friend, we know what they stand for, we don’t need to ask” states the Prime Minister. “Not what but rather why, Prime Minister”expresses Bormu. “Why?” states the Prime Minister stroking his chin. “We must speak to the people” states the Prime Minister Standing up from his chair.

The Prime Minister made his way followed by his guards and advisors to a balcony at the front of the palace, as the doors opened the people silenced as he approached the microphones that stood at a podium at the center of the Balcony. “My people, The Council and I have heard you and wish to address this matter with you all. We have already banished the New Republic Security that you found so corrupt but now must ask you all, why? Why do you wish for Centrist Representation? Why do you seek this? If we can learn of your concerns, we can understand why, any of you our people, would wish this, and we will begin the process to elect a new senator of this party if that is your wish, but we ask only one question. Why? For then we will understand if our body has truely failed you and we may take our chances at a return to darker times” asks the Prime Minister, his voice resonating with his people, many of them silent. Through the crowd came a single being, a man in fine robes, his face tattooed in gold, to his left a Wookie bodyguard of black hair, armored in spikes of metal and wood. The man who approached stood ahead of his people. “ I represent, the leadership of the Centrist Movement on this world. The Centrist Message has been for the protection and security of our people. When you sent the New Republic away, our security and thoughts of independent safety was challenged. The droids you now hire to patrol our streets, are far more corrupt than the officers of the new republic, who once stood guard over us all, the propaganda of the New Republic deceives you prime minister, the Populist party wishes for you to believe that the Centrists want authority, supreme authority, but our eyes aren’t closed, we are awoken seeing through the populist lies, while they seek to rid us of our security, they seek us to fend for ourselves, an elitist perspective where the wealthy thrive and we the working man are forced to fend for ourselves” states the Centrist agitator leader. 

The Prime Minister looks down on the people to the leader. “Guards show this man inside”states the Prime Minister. “This is a mistake”Bormu whispers to the Prime minister. “You wanted us to see both sides of this didn’t you, this is how” states the Prime Minister. “Prime Minister Guards, send him up” states the Prime Minister over the microphones, followed by the cheers of his people. The Wookie is stopped at the door by the guards as the leader is brought inside the palace and escorted to the council meeting chamber, where the council sits ready to speak with him. The Prime Minister approaches the man and greets him. “I welcome you, tell me more of this perspective of your people. I wish to understand your philosophy” states the Prime minister. “Thank you minister” states the agitator. “I am sorry, I don’t believe I have caught your name?” asks the Prime minister. “Gara, Wendel Gara” he states introducing himself to the council.

“This is —Agent, Barton Gn’oc, my cover's -been blown, I am pinned down —Monra—Yul Demos, requesting New Republic backup, —the Moff. This may be my last transmission. If any New Republic Forces—I am pinned down, I repeat I am—”