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Pinnacle Inc. Journals for Mission Assignment 101404

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Trila Solahn Journal (#1) for Mission Assignment 101404

Why... Why the charade?.... Was it really a charade?.... Why did he try to kill them?... Why did he shoot at Aja when he KNEW she wasn't armed... Was he trying to get a message across to her?

This and many questions ran through Trila's mind as she sat alone, in the dark on the nose of Aja's hull and stared out over what would be the ocean if she could see it. She knew that her beloved ship wouldn't have stood up to a fight with the Capital Cruiser and it killed her to withdraw and head for safety. She had thought that Chas and Elina could have taken it out easily allowing them to get to the ground and get Tipp back, but as with most things... it didn't go that way... They were probably angry with her for even getting them into this mess to begin with.... but that was the least of her worries...

She needed another ship. Something they wouldn't be able to suspect. They needed a disguise, but what? If they only knew more...

Our orders were to escourt him here... that's it...nothing more, she thought, reflecting on Chas's words. True enough...and what else..? Test the security at the delivery point.... but that was Simon's job... But Brentall asked for their help...

There was the confusing part. Annoying as the kid was, she didn't think he was a criminal. At least he didn't give her any reason for her to think that, especially since she had spent the most time with him. They had talked about a lot over the past couple of days. He also said he was to be their new leader and you don't send out troops to treat a new leader like a prisoner.... not unless the new government wants you out... or dead...

Her heart was heavy. She saw Simon punch the kid. He hid himself from them. Why did he shoot at them? Perhaps he too was under a disguise... maybe he was trying to help over throw the government to get Tipp in office.... maybe Tipp really was the bad guy here....

Trila chuckled softly... if anything the kid would be guilty of being a typical teenager... one going through one hell of a time with hormones.

No, there was more to it than that and she couldn't afford speculations right now. Whether or not the others were with her, she'd get to the bottom of it regardless of what Simon said...

Damn him anyway...

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Simon DeForte's Journal Entry for Mission Assignment 101404

He stepped into his apartment and made sure the door was closed behind him. His back fell against it, as he looked down at his feet. "What did I do? It didn't have to be this way. All they had to do is leave." His head shook, as he pushes off of the door. He made his way to the sofa and tossed his overcoat on it. "She just has to push it, doesn't she? What was she thinking? The boy shouldn't mean anything to her. She did her job. Why was she pushing it?" He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it next to the coat. "The boy is a danger to these people. I know it. I wouldn't have done what I did otherwise." His pants slipped to the floor, after he kicked his boots off. "Sure, they didn't know it. They were hired to bring him back here. They just didn't know the real reason why. Plus, I couldn't just tell them. That would have taken too long and they wouldn't have believed me anyway." The last of his clothes came off, and he started the shower, feeling the water temperature. "They will be alright. I know they will. They have been through worse, and came out smelling like fresh flowers." He stepped into the shower, the water beating down on him. His hands ran over his body, rinsing the day's dirt from his body. Lather covered him, and was rinsed away, however, he didn't get out of the shower. He stood there, the water running over his head for a full two minutes before he pulled it out and stepped from the shower. He turned back and shut the water off. The drier air dried his body, as he turned and exposed himself to the blast. "There comes a time when you just have to put personal feelings aside and do what's right. Of course, arguing a mute point would have only wasted time and got me killed, as well." He began dressing himself in a clean uniform.

The door chime to his room buzzed. "Who?"He rushed to finish buttoning his shirt. "Be there in a second. Who is it?"

"General Dansier. Let me in. I need to discuss what happened today." He sounded as if it were urgent.

Simon finished with his shirt and walked barefoot to the door, opening it to the General. "Come in. Come in." He walked back to his boots. "What did you want to talk about? You got the boy. What else do you need?" He began pulling his boots on.

The General walked into the apartment and closed the door. "Yes, we have Master Brentall. What I wanted to know is what happened to those mercenaries who brought him back."

"They are no longer a concern for you. You paid them to deliver the boy and they did. End of story." He stood up again and looked himself over to make sure his uniform was in order.

"Not the end of story. You had a cruiser and the troops open fire on them. Why?" Dansier had a concerned look on his face.

Simon looked up at him. "They didn't want to leave as quickly as I wanted them to. That and the fact that they wanted answers for questions they shouldn't have been asking caused me to act quickly. You don't want everyone in the galaxy to know your business, do you?"

Dansier straightened up. "Of course not. I just need to know that your coarse of action was the right one. We don't need someone like Pinnacle Inc. retalliating against us."

Simon crossed his arms. "Pinnacle Inc. would never do that. Not for three of it's agents. If you had killed a squad or more, it would be a different story. The truth is, you probably would just blame me for their deaths, and you would be off the hook. Don't think I know how these things work. I've been around a long time, and plan on being around a lot longer."

"Then you don't mind finishing the job, do you?" Dansier let a very slight grin cross his lips.

Simon's arms dropped. "What do you mean? I finished my job for you."

"Apparently they are still alive. We would like that changed. Since you seem to know these people, you should have no trouble... um, helping them vacate their lives." Dansier began to pace a bit. "You know that once that happens, we could get our credits returned for the delivery of the boy, by claiming that he never arrived, as promised. Also, you could disappear and live a long life, with a new name and whatever comforts you wanted." He stopped and turned to look at Simon. "Of course you would be welcome to continue your work here. You would be given a full rank and the luxuries that went with it. Whatever you desired could be yours."

Simon's eyes narrowed. "You want me to kill people I have worked with for over a year. Then you expect me to leave my employment with Pinnacle Inc." He rubbed his chin, as if thinking it over. "You know... the offer does sound tempting. Not the killing part. The part where all of my desires could be mine. I like that."

"The killing part would have to happen first." He was beginning to get a bit excited.

Simon nodded, and let his hand drop from his chin to his overcoat. "I think I will need some time to think more about it. You understand. Killing someone yourself is different than ordering it done. You know what I mean, right?" His hand slippd into the inside pocket and wrapped around the grip of his blaster.

"Of course. However, you might want to think quickly. I don't know how long you will have before they find their way back to Pinnacle Inc."

Simon nodded. "Oh, I understand completely." The baster whipped out from inside the coat and was pointed at the General. "I understand more than you think. You want me to kill them, and then you would kill me, claiming that I went insane and you had to kill me before I continued my killing spree. I think you underestimate me. I think you need to get down on your hands and knees and plead for your life. I think you need to pray to your gods that I don't start my killing spree with you."

Dansier had the look of shock. his hands waving in front of him. "You don't want to do that. I'm a very important person around here. You would be dead in minutes, if you did this." He was visibly shaken.

"On your hands and knees, I said." He fired a shot above the General's left ear. "Hurry!"

Dansier got down on all fours, his face looking up at Simon. "Even if you don't kill me, you will be a dead man. I promise you that."

"You are not in the position to threaten me."He crouched down in front of Dansier and waved the blaster in his face. "Maybe you need to get further down on the floor, before this blaster goes off by accident."

The General dropped to the floor, burying his face into the carpet. "Let me go. I'll make sure you live. I give you my word."

Simon gave a sigh and adjusted his blaster. "General, I doubt you could keep your word. Especially when it came to someone's life." He stood up and pointed the blaster at Dansier. "I think I will just have to increase my odds a little." The blaster fired, stunning the General. Simon tossed theblaster onto the sofa and pulled the General to the bedroom. Using the pillow cases and the sheets, he tied the General to the bed. "I'll be sure to let you know my decision later." A blanket fell over the General, and Simon grabbed his coat and blaster before leaving the apartment.

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Simon DeForte's Journal Entry for Mission Assignment 101404 Cont'd

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The door slid open and he walked through, his boots sounding hard against the floor. He approached the guard station, and before the guards could respond, "I'm here to interrogate the new arrival."

The guard stood. "I need to see your credentials, Sir." He held out his hand.

Simon handed over his papers and waited. "Everything is in order. The sooner I can get this done, the sooner I can get my report back to General Dansier."

The guard gave back the credentials and looks down at his terminal. "Sir, your papers are in order, however, you haven't been scheduled to see any prisoners. In fact I have orders that no one is to see the new arrival."

He leaned over the guard station. "You think General Dansier would schedule anyone to interrogate the new arrival, if he gave orders that no one was to see him? I'm here under top secret clearance. Only the General knows. If you need to go further with this, you will wish you hadn't." He stood up and straightened his overcoat. "Now, show me to the cell."

The guard looked down at the terminal once more and weighed Simon's words carefully. "Very well, Sir. If I get any trouble from the higher ups, I'll send them your way." He grabbed his keycards and led the way.

"Don't worry. You won't hear about this at all. Just forget it happened. Advice you should heed." He followed the guard to the cell and let him open it. Inside was a confused looking teenager. Simon stepped inside. "I'd like you to secure him first. Binders on the wrists would be enough."

The guard nodded and grabbed some binders from outside the cell. As he went to the boy, a blaster fired, stunning him. The guard fell to the floor of the cell, and Simon acted quick to put the binders on him.

"What is going on here? Aren't you the guy who ordered those troops to drag me off?" Tipp was beginning to get upset and showing it.

"Calm down and be quiet." He lifted the guard to the bed and threw a blanket over him.

"You are the one! I bet you ordered them to knock me out too!" He stood up quickly.

Simon turned the blaster to Tipp. "No, I did that myself. Now don't get any stupid ideas." He pushed Tipp back down onto the chair he was sitting on. "Now, tell me. Why would those people not leave as soon as they delivered you?"

Tipp shrugged. "I don't know. They weren't all that nice. Well, except for the one called Trila. She was incredible. You should have seen her pilot that ship of hers."

"Yes, yes, but that doesn't explain why they argued about delivering you here. It was their job, wasn't it?" Simon ignored the boy's recollection of Trila's gyrations inside Aja.

"I don't know. I just know that they weren't happy about how it went down. It was obvious. Didn't they get paid? Maybe that's it." Tipp's face showed no sign of comprehending the situation.

Simon nodded, with the blaster still pointed at the boy. "Now tell me why you are such danger to the people of Gelt? Do you know that they want you put away for life or dead?"

Tipp looked even more confused, and then scared. "I'm not a danger to anyone. Why would anyone want me dead?" He thought a few seconds. "Unless they wanted my power. I am to be the new ruler here. If they got rid of me, they could take over the whole system, not to mention the whole consortium."

Simon nodded again. "Yes, just what I was thinking."

"Wait! Why am I telling you this? You were the one who dragged me off and knocked me out!"

Simon sighed and put the blaster away. "I'm not part of those who want you dead. I am originally working with those who brought you here. Judging by your responses, I doubt you could be a danger to anyone, but yourself. Now, unless you wish to stay here and rot, I think we should be going."

Tipp looked suprised and confused all at once. All he could do was nod and stand up. Simon went to the door and looked back. "Well, come on!" He waved Tipp to follow and headed out the door.

Tipp caught up. "So why did you help the ones who wanted me captured? I mean, you did say you were with Trila's bunch, right?"

Simon looked over to him. "That's a long story and we don't have time for it right now. Hurry!" He led Tipp down a side corridor and into a stairwell.

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Trila Solahn Journal for Mission Assignment 101404

Trila spent most of her time with Aja after they all got back from Gelt Prime. It had been nearly two weeks since she saw Simon last and she was trying very hard to keep herself busy and rationalize what had happened. She felt very angry at herself for not being able to go back but the security of Gelt Prime didn't leave her much choice. Her ship didn't have any weapons and as good as they both were together, they couldn't outfly the volume that came at them. Eventually, she'd either end up captured, or killed. Not to mention, two of whom she would consider friends, were constantly arguing with her to make her forget it and leave.

It was so easy for them to speak as they only had to escourt her and Aja. They didn't get to know the kid, they didn't see that he couldn't be any kind of a criminal. They couldn't tell that all of this didn't fit and understand the moral obligation she suddenly felt to help him, annoying as he had been. Yes, part of her wanted to know what was Simon doing messing around with this bunch, but it was situations like this she had to put personal feelings aside. Yes, she knew in her heart that something wasn't right and it was possible it was all an act, but part of her also wondered.

Why would he go to the length to shoot at her? It didn't have to come to that. For the first time since they'd been together, she actually felt like he would really have her killed.

But... why? Again, this question went unanswered. She even began to think that he might not be back at all. Something that she was not ready to deal with, especially after their time together alone only a short time ago.

"Trila Solahn... I think I love you..." were his words while in the Binka Forests... and they were now etched deep into her heart.... unable to be erased....

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After another restless night of sleep, Trila sat on her apartment balcony, overlooking the section of grass where Aja was parked and sipping a particularly strong mug of coffee. Her mind was numb from the lack of sleep and the cool breeze of the late morning made little dent in cleansing her thoughts.

A low knock came at her door.

She didn't move.

It came again.

She sighed and rose from her chair to answer it. As the door opened, she saw there was no one there. She scowled and poked her head out into the hallway, catching sight of Bill as he walked away.

"You looking for me?"

Bill whirled and smiled at her, "There you are... I gave up 'cause I suddenly realized you might umm.. be busy..."

She raised her eyebrows and Bill shrugged cautiously making his way back toward her.

"Well I didn't want to take a chance that Deforte might be here..."

She grimaced and withdrew her head, muttering, "Fat chance of that..."

He followed her into her room, his face holding a note of concern, "I hope everything's okay. I hear that after a good fight making up is the fun part."

She went back to her coffee on the balcony as Bill pulled up a seat next to her.

"I wouldn't know, Bill," she said taking a sip, "We didn't get to that...."

He looked confused.

"He hasn't returned...." she explained, "Dunno if he's going to really..."

"Why? What happened," he asked.

Trila sighed. "He left early to head to Gelt Prime to secure things for this kid Tipp Brentall, we were supposed to escourt there."

Bill nodded, "After you both had that fight..."

Trila nodded, "Well, I was hoping we'd straighten it out once we all got back. The trip itself was fine and everything went well for the most part. This kid was to become their new leader. It wasn't until we got there that things went bad."

Bill straightened in his chair, listening carefully.

"The moment we landed, this guy meets us in the docking bay and we're suddenly surrounded by troops. He tells us to leave right away or be killed."

Bill blinked, "What?"

Trila nodded and continued, "Then they drag the kid off kicking and screaming and he yells to me for help. So I try to figure out what's goin on and then fighting breaks out. The troops turn on us and the guy takes the kid away. It wasn't until the doors to the bay opened up that I can see who it really was...."

She paused, as if reliving what happened. Bill sat forward willing her to continue.

"Who.... "

"....it was Simon...."

"The guy leading the troops?"

She nodded as Bill slumped back into the chair.

"Geez Trila, I'm sure he was just acting under false pretenses. I don't think he would have really killed you..."

She met his eyes, "That's what I thought, but you weren't there... you didn't see it... he actually fired on Aja... did little damage I know but it was like a warning.."

Bill was quiet.

"We were forced out. Aja doesn't have weaponry and an armed capital ship met us when we lifted off... probably all under Simon's orders." She sipped her coffee, "Chas and Elina were the only ones that could actually fight it, but Elina's shuttle crashed and so did Chas's. Once I rescued them, some fighters chased us out of the city."

Bill gave a low whistle.

"We spent the night on an island and was met by force the moment we tried to head back. It was lucky Aja is as fast as she is or we wouldn't have gotten out."

"You couldn't go back?"

Trila shrugged, "I could have, they told me to head to Gelt Hall for inspection. But that's where it all began. They would have known my ship the minute I got there and destroyed me."

"Yeah but do you know that for sure?"

Trila looked up at him, "What do you mean "do I know that for sure?" I didn't want to take that chance Bill! Have myself killed over my own stubborness? and take two with me?"

She slammed her mug down and headed back into her apartment.

Bill winced. Clearly he struck a nerve. It was obvious she was beating herself up over this and had been since she got back. She looked a mess and cared just as less about it.

"Trila..."

"Listen... I just need to be by myself okay... please?" she said with her back to him, "You're the reason we had that fight to begin with and I don't even think I want you here right now... I'm sorry..."

There was a moment of silence. She faced the wall, hiding the fact that she was holding back weeks worth of pent up emotion. She could hear Bill let out a small sigh and his soft footsteps on the carpet led him to the door. She heard the door open.

"I'll ummm... catch you later... maybe... " He said softly and left.

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Simon DeForte's Journal Entry for Mission Assignment 101404

A small cargo ship left the outpost, as the cruiser and fighters left to encounter a small shuttle. It headed directly for Gelt Secundus Prime, not slowing or speeding up, but maintaining a constant speed. As it drew nearer to the planet, it fell into the traffic lanes and melted into the hundreds of other ships that were making their way around the planet. It eas at that point that Keyan started to monitor communications channels for Simon or the others. He got nothing. Their assigned channel was dead. He didn't know what to think of it, so he continued on, thinking of other ways to find out what was going on. While flipping through the channels, he managed to tap into the local security channels. Communications traffic was crazy, with reports of a stolen speeder and the search for an escaped government prisoner. Keyan put two and two together and left the traffic lanes to find the speeder, and some answers.

Security forces had reported the speeder may have gone into the old industrial section of Gelt Prime, the planet's capital city where Gelt Hall was located. It made perfect sense to him, since an industrial section of the city would be a perfect place to hide due to the massive amount of mechanical activity there could help mask them to sensors. Keyan made his way, carefully picking a route that would not draw attention to him. He knew that he would have even less of a chance finding the speeder than the security forces, so he continued to monitor their communications channel.

The cargo ship landed on a large but short building, which was obviously a factory assembly building. There was very little activity in that area, so he figured that he wouldn't have trouble with anyone from inside the building. The ship was also low enough that security forces wouldn't notice it too quickly. Taking a portable communications unit, he left the ship and began his trek to find the stolen speeder. It was all he had to go on.

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He awoke in a small, dark room. There was no way to know where he was or how he got there. "Oh, not again." he said, rubbing his chin. Simon stood up, careful to not hit his head on anything unseen. He felt his way around the room until he found the door. After trying to open it, he determined that he was locked inside. It was an obvious assumption to make, even before he tried the door. His back rested against the door, as he tried to think of a way to get out of this mess.

"So I was wrong. I've been wrong before, and will probably be wrong again." He rubbed his jaw and head. "That's if I live to see tomorrow. At least I don't have any other injuries. No blood." He carefully pushed away from the door and felt his way across the room. It wasn't hard, since the room couldn't have been more than a couple meters across. Maybe he was in a closet of some sort. There were no supplies that he felt on his way to or from the door. The walls were bare. There was no door pad at the door to open it from inside. If it were a closet of some sort, it had been cleaned out just for him.

The door hissed open and the light from outside made him raise his arm to shield his eyes. "Mr. De Forte. You have done me a great service. I didn't know exactly how I was going to get away from Gelt Hall." There was a snap of fingers and two figures moved in and grabbed Simon by the arms and pulled him out of the room. Outside, armed men stood, ready to shoot him. "I don't plan on killing you. I just need you to stay out of the way for a while. Since you helped me, I'd like to make your stay as comfortable as possible."

Simon's eyes had finally adjusted. "You know you didn't have to knock me out like that. I would have listened to what you had to say."

"I highly doubt that. I saw how you dealt with your own comrades. Such actions give me the impression that you are one who would rather save your own skin than help others. However, that doesn't fit in with the help you gave me. Tell me, what are your intentions exactly?"

He looked around at the armed men and the building. It was a factory and they were standing where the raw materials, ore, were stored for smelting. "My immediate intentions are to stay alive. My previous intentions were to find out if what was said about you were true or not. I couldn't have "my comrades" interfering with that. They would have made any chance of my finding the truth impossible."

"Really? And so you gave the order to dispose of them? Seems a bit drastic, doesn't it?

"From your point of view, yes. I know them very well, and it was the only way to get them to leave. Merely asking them to leave would only create an endless loop of questions that I preferred not to answer." He looked into Tipp's face, seeing something he hadn't seen before. A coldness that hid a mind of calculations and schemes.

Tipp looked away. "I see. I think your drastic measures are dangerous. However, I se your point and probably woud have done the same, if I had known they wouldn't parish. Unfortunately, I don't have very many people that I know that well." He began to walk and Simon was prodded to follow along. "These men you see are only a handful who follow me. They are quite loyal. I am to be their savior to the next realm of living. Whether their faith in me is a good thing or not doesn't concern them. It is their faithand that is all that matters to them. I do very little to create this faith of theirs."

They passed into the next section of the building, where the smelters were billowing smoke and belching fire. Hot liquid metal was being channeled from one smelter to the next. Filthy men and women worked the smelters and cauldrons of molten metal. They looked up from their work and made a sign of their worship towards Tipp, upon seeing him in the flesh. It was something Simon did not expect. It was as if they were seeing their god and worshipped him unquestionably.

"They love me, and always have. Since the day I was born, my family had brought forth the ideal that I was the newborn savior. Over time, people began to believe and have faith in the idea. I of course did nothing to counter it. Why should I?" He looked at Simon. "You think I'm crazy, don't you? I assure you, I am far from crazy."

"Your followers would never think such a thing. I can see that much." Simon continued to look around the building. Perhaps for an escape route, or maybe for answers to his many questions. "So you were born into this. I can see how that could happen. But do you believe that you are their savior?"

Tipp stopped and looked directly into Simon's eyes. "What do you think?

He shifted his eyes to either side of Tipp and then back to him. "I think you do, but you also know the truth of the matter. I think you enjoy this religion that's based on you. I think it is probably more of a habit than a belief for you. But what do I know? I only just got here." He gave a feeble grin and let it fade.

Tipp said nothing but turned and continued on with the walk. They were soon into the next section, where the molten metal was poured into molds and injected into other molds. Large cooling tanks sizzled and spewed steam, as the hot molds sank into them. Molds were lifted from other tanks and carried into the next section. People also manned the stations that handled the molding processes. They were less filthy than those in the previous section, but they were just as religious as those were.

Tipp returned their signs of worship with a curt nod of the head, acknowledging them. Smiles were wide once they felt acknoledged. Simon could see the glee on their faces as they returned to their work. "They love you. Incredible as it may seem, they do. What do you do for them to get such love?"

Tipp smiled and glanced over to Simon. "I do what I can for them. I promise them a new life in the next realm and that this life will soon be filled with the joy of freedom, once I have come to full power." He led the way to the next section.

Simon followed, though he would have been elsewhere. Inside, he saw the molds taken apart and the parts refined and cleaned for assembly. Meanwhile crates of other parts were opened and unloaded. All of the parts were sent into the next section. "This is quite an operation you have here. It's a good thing that your workforce are beloved followers, isn't it?"

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Simon DeForte's Journal Entry for Mission Assignment 101404 Cont'd

"Mr. DeForte. I know you disapprove of what is going on here. I don't claim that it is morally acceptable to most of the galaxy, but here it is more than acceptable. If my workforce is happy about what they are doing, I see no problems with it. They provide a great service to me, and I give them the hope they need in this life." Tipp pushed on to the next section, which was a huge assembly area. Thousands upon thousands of people handled the parts that came from the previous section and did their part repeatedly to assemble the final products of their labor.

Simon looked as far ahead as he could see, yet he couldn't see what the final product was yet. Judging from the parts he saw, it was not something he wanted to imagine. He had to see for himself to be certain. "How can you hide such an operation from the current government? It's such a huge building and what you put out has got to be controversial." He was probing the boy for answers to some of his questions.

Tipp continued on with the walk. "The government is too busy with themselves and me to even try to find this production site. I doubt they ever will, before they are replaced. As for the products this site puts out, they don't even know they exists. They will, though. They will."

As they neared the end of the assembly lines, Simon could see what the products were. Weapons of a very high technical design, droids that would probably handle the weapons, and vehicles that could carry the weapons and droids. Then there was something that Simon couldn't make out. It looked like armor, but where it was used, he couldn't determine.

"Mr. DeForte, if you will continue on. I do have more to inspect." Tipp urged Simon to take the lead this time.

Simon was prodded to enter the next section. He wondered why he was to go first. Was there something there waiting for him? Was he going to be killed as soon as he entered? Why? As he walked down the narrow hallway to the next section, he looked for a way out. All he could see was the door at the end of the hall. There was nothing exciting about it. It was a normal door, as were all the other doors they passed through. He would just have to expect to die and be done with it. What did he have to live for anyway? The woman he loved most likely thinks he wants her dead, and those he came to trust think the same. He has no one else but himself. If he managed to live, he would be alone once again. Much like he was before he joined Pinnacle Inc.

"Mr. DeForte. You can go through the door now. There's nothing to fear.", Tipp said from behind.

He was prodded again from behind and pushed the door release button. The door hissed open and cool air rushed in. It was refreshing and chilling at the same time. Simon shivered a bit before stepping through the door. Beyond the door was a finishing and packaging section. People were polishing and inspecting the products, while others crated them. Though it wasn't what he expected, it was the obvious, considering what went on in the previous section.

They walked through the section and stopped at the loading docks. Repulsor lifts carried huge crates to small cargo ships waiting beyond the dock's huge doors. "This is the final stage of the tour. Do you have anymore comments about what I do here?" Tipp moved next to Simon.

Simon looked down at the boy. "I have nothing to say about this place. You seem to have a handle on things here. MaybeI should just leave you alone with it."

The boy smiled and laughed. "You don't have a problem with what is being made here? You don't have a problem with me?"

Simon shook his head. "Why should I? I don't live on this planet. I wasn't born here or have family here. What you do here is of no concern to me. And with that said, I will leave now." He turned to walk away, but was immediately faced with weapons pointed at his head. "Or maybe not."

"Mr. DeForte. You amuse me." Tipp laughed. "Unfortunately, that isn't enough to let you go. You will be my guest until I replace the current government." He nodded to the men with the weapons, and they took Simon to a chair. He was seated and strapped in. "I also need to make a final test on one of my products. To do that, you will be performing one final favor for me."

Simon felt something clamp onto the back of his head, and everything began to swirl and fade. The unknown armor looking item he had seen was placed on the back of his neck, and was activated. It probed into his mind, causing him to slip into unconsciousness.

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Keyan jumped down to the street from a small shed on the side of a building. He had been tracking the movements of the security forces, hoping to get to the speeder and find it's former occupants. He had checked his power pack charges before leaving the cargo ship, and his weapons were primed and ready to go. He made his way towards the location that the security forces were converging on. They had determined that the speeder was just outside of a small warehouse. Keyan knew that the former occupants wouldn't be there, but they had to be close by.

The speeder was parked and no one was around it. He scoped out the buildings around the alley the speeder was parked in. There was no sign of motion or that a trap was set. He moved in and looked the speeder over. There was nothing there to tell him where the former occupants went to, but he did find something else that disturbed him. Below the rear repulsor was a motion sensitive activator switch, linked to explosives that ringed the underside of the speeder. One slight move caused by a simple touch to the speeder hull would set it off.

Keyan backed away from the speeder slowly. He did not want to become part of the buildings in that alley. He could hear the sound of security force shuttles coming. He had to get out of that alley before they were in visual range. When he felt he was far enough from the speeder, he turned and ran. He wanted to get as far from the speeder as possible.

"Where did they go? They took the time to wire the speeder up, they can't be too far. Maybe just far enough to avoid the blast." He headed for high ground once again. When he got to the top of the building, he heard what he expected to hear. The explosion of the speeder, and of one of the security force shuttles. "Knew it. They should have been smarter than that." He pulled the electrobinoculars up to his eyes and scanned the area. In the distance and to his left was a large complex of buildings. He could see cargo transports being loaded with huge crates. He shifted his gaze to the pilar of smoke to his right. "That might be it." He looked back to the large complex. "Far enough to avoid suspiscion and close enough to have left the speeder. But would Simon be there? it's worth a look."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a security force shuttle lift above the building tops. Keyan ducked behind an exhaust unit on the rooftop to avoid detection. The shuttle flew overhead and continued on. He watched it disappear behind the distant buildings, before moving to the edge of the rooftop and climb down. Once on the ground, he jogged his way to within a block of the large complex. Again, he took the electrobinoculars and scanned the area. Moving slowly, he managed to get within sight of the docks and the cargo ships.

One of the cargo ships lifted off, giving Keyan a clear sight of what was beyond it. Using the scope on his rifle, he was able to see the droids and weapons being loaded into the crates. He was also able to see someone in a chair with a device on his head and a boy smiling as the person in the chair convulsed. It was a sickening sight of torture. Keyen shook his head and carefully moved in closer to the docks.

A cargo ship moved in to replace the one that left, just as Keyan reached that portion of the dock. He had to work fast to get clear or be crushed by the force of the repulsors. He narrowly made it to a space where the repulsors cancelled out against the dock. Once the ship was docked, he would be free to move more. It was only fifteen minutes and the cargo ship settled at the dock, giving Keyan a chance to make his move.

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Simon DeForte's Journal Entry for Mission Assignment 101404 Cont'd

Slipping over the edge of the dock and ducking behind moving crates, he was able to get just outside the door of the loading dock. Keyan peeked inside and saw the man in the chair, sitting limp. He was still bound to the chair, but no one else was around him. The boy Keyan saw was gone, as well as the armed men who sttod by him. The device on the back of the man's neck was still there. "Where could they be?" Keyan looked closer and studdied the motion inside. Most of it was people loading crated and moving them to ships. Nothing else proved to have any similarity to the armed men or the boy.

"Excuse me, but what are you doing here? This is a secure dock." said a voice behind him.

Keyan stood and turned. "I'm sorry. I must be lost." With one quick motion, a blaster shot out and fired, killing the questioning man. Keyan quickly looked around. No one was the wiser to the death of the dock worker. Keyan slid the man over the edge of the dock. He quickly returned to the door and gave one last look before going to the man in the chair.

A look of shock quickly crossed his face and left it just as fast. "Simon. You there?" He firmly slapped the man's face. "Come on. Wake up." He looked around and began to unstrap Simon from the chair. "I don't want to have to carry you out of here, so you better wake up." Simon fell forward as the chest strap was released. The device on the back of his neck was right in front of Keyan's face. "Maybe this is what's keeping you asleep." He looked it over and placed his hand on the device. with a hard tug, the device detached from Simon's neck.

Still slumped over in the chair, Simon began to mumble. Keyan moved to listen to him, after throwing the device aside. "Stop... him... Must... stop... him", was all that he could make out of Simon's mumbles. He stood up and pulled Simon from the chair, hefting him over one shoulder. He knew he had to get Simon clear, before doing anything else. There was no way Simon could help. Not in his condition.

Once he had Simon safely tucked away, he made his way back to the loading dock door. Inside there were armed men searching the dock. Crates were being pulled open and every corner was being searched. He knew that he couldn't get passed the men without drawing fire, so he decided to just pull out, and take Simon back to Pinnacle Inc. Whatever medical attention he needed, he would get it there.

Just as he turned to head back to Simon, he heard the voice of a teenager. "Did you find him yet? He couldn't have gotten far! I need him back here now!" Men scattered, running in all directions, hoping to find the missing man from the chair. "You need to not be incompitent.I leave for only a few minutes and you loose an unconscious man. How can you do that?" The boy was definitely upset. Everyone knew it and were deathly afraid of his wrath.

Keyan had to act fast once again. "Cut the head off the snake and the rest of the snake dies." He pulled the blaster rifle up to his shoulder and aimed carefully, pulling the trigger as soon as the crosshairs fell on the target. The bolt slammed into the head of the teenager, knocking him off his feet and too the floor of the loading dock. Keyan pulled his rifle back and took off running. He had to clear out before the armed men were able to get a lock on his position. He jumped down off the dock, just as a handful of men rushed out of the loading dock door.

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The world seemed blurred and he felt nauseated. His head had a light feeling, and he closed his eyes tight. That only made the spinning worse. "You better not make a mess on this ship." said an unfamiliar voice. "Oh ok, you can make a mess, but I'm not cleaning it up." Simon opened his eyes again and put his hand to his mouth. He didn't want to make a mess, but the taste of bile was enough to make him sick all by itself. The dizziness and blurred vision was just the icing on the cake.

A bucket was pushed in front of him. "Thank..." It was all he could get out, before other thinngs shot out of his mouth and throat.

"Don't mention it." Keyan looked away. "We should be back at Pinnacle in a few hours. you might want to clean yourself up." He went back to the c0ckpit.

Simon finished releasing the nasty tasting substance from his body and felt much better. "This is worse than a drunk." he said to himself. He looked around and found himself in an unfamiliar ship. "Where am I? How did I get here?" He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve and stood up, immediately grabbing onto te bulkhead for support. "So this is what I get for all of the bad things I ever did."

After dropping to the bucket a few more times, he was able to stand on his own. Simon went to wash up and try to get his thoughts straightened out. "Ok, I was talking to that snot, Brentall. Then they grabbed me and that was it." He looked into the mirror at himself. "What did they do to me and what happened to them? How did I get in this ship?" He had lots of questions. More than he did before. Simon finished washing his face and left to find the pilot of the ship.

"How's the passenger?" Keyan said with a chuckle.

"I'll be fine. What happened?" Simon didn't waste any time.

Keyan looked over to him. "I found you and did what you told me to do. I stopped the kid."

"I told you to stop him? How?" He didn't understand how he could have told Keyan anything. He couldn't remember even saying a single word.

Keyan looked back at the sensors. "I put a blaster bolt in his head. I didn't stick around to see what happened after that."

Simon sat back, taking it in. What kind of reprecussions will the death of Tipp Brentall have? He had such a loyal following. A cult to put it more accurately. Would his cult retaliate against the government, or would they just fall apart? Judging from what he saw, he would expect retaliation on a large scale. He shook his head and focused on Keyan again. "How did I tell you to kill him?"

Keyan looked back to him. "It was more like incoherent mumbling, but I could figure it out."

"Do you know what you did? I mean that kid had some real power. Crazy type of power. His people will create a civil war on that planet. No, the entire system." Simon wasn't upset, just shocked at the thought of what was going to happen.

"Hey! They woulda done it anyway. I saw what they were putting in those crates. They were going to start a war." Keyan got defensive over his actions. In his mind, he did the right thing. No one was going to tell him that he killed someone who shouldn't have been killed.

Simon held his hands up to calm Keyan down. "Hold on! Yes they were going to start a war, but you don't know the kind of war. It could spill over to other systems if it gets out of hand." He stopped and shook his head. "Keyan, it doesn't matter now. What is done is done. We can't change it. Let's just hope we don't have to try and fix it."

"I'm not going anywhere near that place. I had a hard enough time getting in to find you. Getting out was no piece of cake either." Keyan stopped and went back to his controls. "I don't want to even think of it anymore. This mission is over, as far as I'm concerned."

His words had a ring of truth about them. The mission was indeed over. It was over long ago. Simon knew he went beyond his job to do what he felt was right. He did nothing but cause bad feelings against himself. He also knew that once he got back to Tynna, things may be rough for him. "Yeah, you're right. It's over. Let them sort it out." He had his own sorting out to do. Especially with Trila.

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