User blog:JayForerunner/Uprising Series: Endgame


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Commander Jay Forerunner found himself in the Konn-Nervos Spaceport, twirling his powered-down Lightsaber. He always needed to fidget, helped drain some excess energy.

While waiting for those alleged contacts to get back to him about the new base, he took the time to contact his friend in the Rebel Squadrons with fairly old-fashioned communication technology, specifically old enough to prevent random passer-bys from catching both sides of the conversation (basically the equivalent of a land-line). "I understand you're busy on the other side of the galaxy...I know that, but I'm needed here, and I can't phase through time and space...I also forgot to mention some have started hating my guts, so...Look, if anyone asks, I've gone on-leave. OK? Ok...Well, if push comes to shove, just be honest. Tell them where I am, and urge them to come help me. Okay? Thanks. Bye."

A cargo ship arrived, looking much like the triton-shaped starship used for ferrying him from mission to mission. It landed, dropped the hatch, and down came Piquut. Jay crossed his arms and tried to look cool by leaning against the ship's forth wall.

"Piquut?! Aren't you supposed to be in a cage by now?" "Very funny." "I wasn't being funny," even though Jay couldn't help but at least chuckle. He wasn't trying to be funny, it just happened to be a funny fact. Or maybe it was the friendly banter that sparked a human reaction from an otherwise calculated mindset. Jay was used to taking missions solo, not having anyone to count on but himself. So it was always a treat to engage in social interactions.

After saddling up on the humble cargo ship sponsored by the Trade League, Jay gave a thumbs up and flaunted, "Just another day at the assembly line." The hatch closed, and he was off to tackle the same lot of sentry bots and Stormtroopers.

Along the ride, Jay bumped into Tam Bastion. The first thing Jay heard was a groan and Tam muttering, "Blast it!"

"What's wrong?" Jay showed sincere concern on his face.

"We have *NO* idea where to set up our base! It's been confounding me for *months!*" Tam sighed and explained, "And that's why we kept you waiting for so long. Jay, I'm sorry."

Jay quietly snarled, sat down next to Tam, and put a hand on his shoulder. Jay reassured, "Don't worry. I can carve out just about any hole in the ground, and we can call *that* our base!" Tam burst with a loud "HA!"

"You're confident," Tam added. "The Rebellion could use more of that. Just don't bite off more than you can chew."

Jay rebuttled, "Hey, I handled two droids of death, didn't I? Both PPK *AND* The Security Super-Shield Droid, remember? Neither of them held up. I'll be *fine!*"

"Yeah," Tam argued, "But it's that the eyes of the Empire are no less thorough than all 5 of our associations combined. It took all the forces we could unify just to stand a fighting chance. Finding a place discrete - "

"Is not applicable. I am sick of people crawling away to hide. Clubbing Bragh with a fully-powered Lightsaber was a good first-strike, and also a good point-of-no-return. I want to *REALLY* kick Adlehard in the gonads!" Jay chuckled and finished, "Let's see how hard his adles will be when *I'm* done with him."

Tam looked up at Jay and said, "Huh. Knowing you, you'd literally kick him in the gonads."

"Exactly."

They landed, and as soon as Jay waltzed down the landing ramp, he slowly glazed his eyes up, in dramatic slow motion. He was greeted by an Imperial Gamma-class ATR-6 assault transport! The ship's cannons concentrated their aim squarely on his jaw. Gaping from surprise and awe, Jay muttered, "I take it back. They really *do* know how to escalate."

How will Jay and Tam fare off against a giant 'GAMMA-CLASS ATR-6 ASSAULT TRANSPORT''?! Find out NEXT TIME, on Star Wars: Uprising Forerunner