[OOM] Bobplot 1.1

There's not much to do, on the shuttle. Packs of cards, lying around, but Atton's too busy to play cards. A computer terminal, but it's only function is communications. That, and everything on it is in Aurebesh. A holo-viewer and a couple of disks that have holos on them (they both seem to be action holos, with little or no actual plot), but they're both so damaged that there's more static than actual film. There's a ration's unit, but it seems to have only three settings - Dry crackers, vegetable soup and some-variety-of-meat soup.

Atton hasn't been saying much, either. In the two, three hours since he brought Sam through the door, he's sat in the pilot's seat, in deep concentration, making frequent but miniscule adjustments to the course, checking the engine diagnostics (and occasionally hurriedly flicking switches) and various other tasks that involve a lot of switch-flicking.

"Hey, Sam," He says, eventually. "Come up here, we're dropping out of hyperspace in about three minutes. Four at the most."

It's the most he's said for two hours.

Bobplot 1.2

"Annoying Recitation: Let us proceed to facilitate communications," HK-50 readies a gun, Atton's switches on his lightsaber, Sam's hand starts to glow with magic. "Recitation: And bring about the termination of hostilities."

"You're back to being unintelligible again, and I'm back to staring at Atton's arse. It's a pretty good view, on second glance, though," Sam says with a sigh, as Atton flicks open a little clasp holding something disk shaped and sharp onto his belt. It floats there, a little way from his hand. "Happy days. People haven't tried to kill me in a while; this should be entertaining, at least."

Which is when the static starts. The numerous holoscreens and radios in the apartment start crackling, letting out little, muffed snatches of conversations, films, soap operas, news broadcasts - Whatever's on the many and varied channels of Frago IX.

It draws HK-50's attention, for a moment, and the vibro-disk swerves around in a wide arc, four curved blades popping out as it smashes through the nearby window.

Which is, roughly, when HK-50 starts shooting.

With one hand, at least. There's a stream of flame coming out of the wrist of the other.

[OOM] Bobplot 1.3

“Operation Viridian Lesser was a success, then.” The Minister murmured. Venar nodded, keeping his eyes fixed on the data. He wasn’t going to look at the Minister, not now, not when he’d taken his glasses off.

“A complete success, Minister. And Operation Viridian Greater ...”

“Oh,” The Minister said softly. “Leave that to me. The excavation is already underway.”

Bobplot 1.4

So the radiation levels dropped, and a motel was found. Nice rooms, a bit dirty, one single bed that Atton and Sam curled up on next to each other.

And now it's morning. You can tell from the sun rising.

Atton comes out of the bathroom, shrugging his jacket onto one shoulder, wrist raised and talking to a holographic figure of a woman, apparently only recently awake, judging by the nerf patterned pyjamas, floating above a little device on it.
"Operation Emerald was some sort of terraforming experiment, started by Minister Arian and continued by Minister Emrys after Arian died in a speeder accident - Using radiation to encourage fast growth across the planet. Harmless radiation, the idea was, though any terraformer worth their salt knows that you can't terraform a whole planet at once. If you could, Telos would be restored by now."

"Hey, Sam." Atton calls over, absently.

"Can't find anything out about Operation Viridian, though. No files about it available to the public. Sorry, Jaq."

"That's alright. Keep your eye on Leyo, I'll be in touch." Atton flicks off the device, unhooking it from his wrist.

[OOM] Bobplot 1.5

The government headquarters are large, shiny, ornate and standing in the centre of the city. It's very difficult to miss them.

Possibly even more difficult to miss them when you're right in front of them. In contrast with the disrepair of the rest of the city, the headquarters are clearly well tended to - There are vast metal steps leading up to a great gate, with statues on each side.

"Nice," Atton remarks dryly, tilting his head to one side to look at Sam. "How d'you want t'go about this, then?"

[OOM] Bobplot 1.6

The Resistance were, Atton thought, awfully pleased to have Venar handed over to them.

And yet, for some reason, the shuttle they gave Sam and Atton to go down into the lower city in is cramped, smelly, and dark. The controls are unresponsive, the cockpit window dusty, and the engine is making ominous groaning noises.

"We should be landing pretty soon."

[OOM] Bobplot 1.7

The guards had been too stunned to stop him. Arline could understand that, and didn’t mind. The man was unarmed, after all, and neither he nor his two companions - Some man in a cloak and a hood and a diminutive woman that she recognised as Honey, though she couldn’t recall ever hearing a surname - were built with the massive, inhuman frame required for withstanding blaster bolts.

“Minister Emrys. What can I do to help you?” She grinned, showing teeth. Emrys seemed entirely undisturbed, though the Hooded Man lifted his hood slightly to grin back, winking one unnaturally yellow eye.

“I’m here to pick up Doctor Venar,” Emrys said pleasantly, wringing his hands. “I understand that you had some men take him from his laboratory. Rather violently, too. I’d like him back.”

Arline leant back, looking Emrys up and down speculatively.
“What are you offering? Don’t bother bringing in soldiers. We’ll have escaped and found a new base of operations before they manage to find Venar.”

Emrys tilted his head, looking genuinely confused.
“Soldiers? I don’t need any soldiers,” He reached up with one hand to slide his glasses off. Arline realised, with a small amount of surprise, that his eyes weren’t the watery blue they appeared to be. They were sickly, grey and yellow with oddly shaped pupils. “But I’m not making any offers, I’m afraid.”

“I don’t like where this is going.” Arline didn’t need to make much effort to keep her voice level. Years of fighting a war on a government had steeled her enough that the eye trick didn’t bother her.

She snapped her fingers. Her bodyguard raised her gun, pointing it at Emrys head. Around her, the Resistance gathered, blasters aimed at the three visitors.

“We have you at a disadvantage, Emrys. Maybe you should surrender - We’d quite like another prisoner.”

“You do?” Emrys peered around him, clearly confused. “Oh, you mean the men. With the guns,” He grinned brightly, raising one hand. “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, to be honest.”

He snapped his fingers.

[OOM] Bobplot 1.8

The Resistance's hangar bay is suspiciously deserted when the shuttle comes flying back in, scraping along the floor as it landed until eventually, shakily, slowing to a stop.

"Huh." Atton frowns, peering out the cockpit window. "'S odd."

[OOM] Bobplot 1.9

After several minutes of rushing towards the hangar bay, Atton and Sam grind to a halt when faced with a doorway blocked by HK-50, flanked by two silvery war-droids.

It turns to look at them, eyes glowing.

"Weary Exclamation: How delightful. Though the organic-with-glasses continues to evade me, I've found at least some of my targets."