Swil Invades Bespin

[Swil Kit Fisto]

“Swil, we’re coming into orbit.” Hannibal stated.

“Ok, take us into dock at the main port.”

Suddenly a robotic voice came over the intercom. “Statement: This planet has been seized by the SRA of M4-78. Interrogative: What is your business on the planet of Bespin?”

Swil replied cautiously, “Business, we are in need of supplies, we are sending you our ship’s ID signature.”

“Statement: We have received your ID signature, wait a moment as we run it through our system.”

After a few minutes passed the voice came back over the line. “Statement: Your ship is registered as an older Rebel alliance ship, and enemy of the SRA, proceed to docking bay 127 for inspection.”

“Get ready, I sense that they are trying to kill us.” Swil told his small crew. He opened the door on the ship and lowered the ramp. Swil stood atop the ramp with Hannibal on his left and Anselm on his right. A squad of twelve robots came to the scene. “Intimidating Statement: Throw down your weapons or you shall be terminated. Hannibal was holding a Thermal detonator and activated it. “One, Two, Three,” he counted in his head, and then threw it directly in the middle of the robots. The explosion scattered the robots destroying two and partially damaging some others targeting systems. Hannibal grabbed his gun and set the blaster fire for ion, perfect for taking on droids.

Swil and Anselm split in opposite directions leaving hannibal on the ramp opening fire on the droids. Swil took on four of the robots, he ran at them taking out his sabers throwing both like boomerangs. They sliced through two of the droids effectively disabling them, as they came back around to Swil, he used the force turning them off, and reattaching them to his utility belt. He turned to final two and boxed them in with force barrier. He closed the invisible box in on the robots crushing them together into a small cube.

Anselm took on another three she ran at the first robot, jumping into a front flip, igniting her small hidden crimson blade in the heel of her boot and jabbed it into the neck area of the droid. She used a rather strong force push knocking the disabled droid into another. She ran to the second droid sliding underneath it and cutting off the right leg with the hidden blade. Then rising up she ignited her blade and jammed it into the robot’s chest. The third robot got back up grabbed the disabled droid that was thrown at him and threw it at Anselm. Barely being able to dodge it the robot opened fire, and landed a successful shot on the devaronian’s left shoulder. Fortunately for her she was able to block the remaining shots.

Hannibal was able to quickly gun down two of the droids, using a barrage of blaster fire. He heard Anselm scream he looked over, took aim and took the robot down that threatened to kill Anselm. However, though he saved Anselm, the lead robot came up to Hannibal and grabbed him by the throat. Hannibal went for his sidearm, he aimed it at the shoulders of the robot and fired. The robot dropped him, and dropped down on one knee, he looked up at the robot for a weak spot. He saw that the robot’s armor was cracked from the thermal detonator. Hannibal grabbed an ion grenade, and activated it. He kneed the droid in the weak spot and then punched through with the grenade in hand. He then kicked the droid as hard and as far as he could away from him. The droid then exploded into shrapnel. Swil walked back over,

“Nice job Hannibal, let’s be cautious. I’m sure they’ll send more in a bit when they realize that the squad is not responding.” Swil turned back to Anselm, “You’re lucky Hannibal saved you, be more careful next time.” Swil used the force to heal Anselm’s blaster wound, “Get up let’s move.”

[Swil Kit Fisto]

The three roamed through the halls of the starport, destroying all robot patrols with the people of Bespin cheering them on. Swil called upon the force to guide him to the command center, but he was having difficulty trying to locate it.

They came across, what appeared to be a prison escort. A human was sitting in some sort of hovering chair with his wrists and ankles shackled. There on all four corners were robot escorts, however these were no simple battle droids, they were much larger and had more firepower then the standard. Swil was incredibly nervous, but he needed information from this individual.

Suddenly another man stood in front of the patrol like an idiot and started to laugh hysterically at the prisoner. “Aww, duuuude! You’re goin’ to jail! You know what happens in jail right? Yea the black guys rape you! Awhahaha, you should totally scream, rape, rape! when they get you.”

Swil thought to himself, "Where have I seen this idiot before? He seems a lot like that jedi I killed at the temple.”

The patrol stopped right in front of the man, one front robots continued toward the man, while the other centered himself in front of the escort forming a triangle around the prisoner. The robot stopped directly in front of the man and held his hand cannon to his face. A small energy orb formed at the tip.

“Duuude, he’s CHARGIN’ UP HIS LAZAR!”

Surprisingly this individual had the capability to annoy robots. The robot put his hand cannon down and started beating him with his other hand. The man started screaming in pain, but stated, “Good thing I have a high pain tolerance.” The robot knocked him to the ground and started stomping on him. Green ooze started pouring out of his body, and onto the walkway.

The robot suddenly spoke, “Disgusted statement: If I had known he would have done this I would have simply blasted him.” He called the other three robots over and all four of them charged their hand cannons and incinerated the man and his green ooze. “Grudging Statement: I hate this job, lets get an oil bath.”

Swil looked on, not really understanding what just happened, “Umm… what just happened?”

Anselm replied, “Well it looks like…”

“Shut up…” Swil said cutting her off, “that question was rhetorical. Well, lets go get some info.”

Swil and the crew walked over to the scene, there was a hole in the ground that went a good four feet down. “I don’t think they liked that guy.” Anselm said.
“Oh you think?” Swil said disparagingly. He turned to the prisoner and asked him who he was.

“I am one of the elected officials of Bespin, at least until the recent hostile takeover.”

“Do you know where the droid command post is?”

“It’s the next building down.”

“Mmkay thanks.” Swil released him and told him to find shelter.

[Swil Kit Fisto]

Swil watched the council elder run down the street into a small house.

“Hopefully he will be safe there, anyways lets go finish this I’m in dire need of some alcohol money.”

Swil walked the short distance to the outpost, there stood two simple droids guarding the entrance. Swil turned to Hannibal, “Go take care of them.” Hannibal nodded.

He walked straight up to the droids, with his blaster strapped to his back. The two droids walked up to him.

“Command: Halt. Interrogative: What is your business here at the SRA outpost?”

Hannibal stared down at the ground and didn’t say anything. He grasped the hilt of his vibroblade, and looked up at the droid on his left, and then his right. He pulled the blade out, and hit the droid on his left with the hilt, and grabbed the one on the right by the neck and threw him into the other droid. He quickly walked over to the two droids and smashed the head of one with his foot and jammed his vibroblade through the heart of the other. Hannibal looked back and gave the all-clear sign. Swil and Anselm both ran up to meet with Hannibal.

“Alright lets go in.” Swil remarked. Hannibal and Anselm both followed Swil closely. Hannibal quickly gunned down any rouge droids they came across. They finally came to the main section of the outpost. “Go back outside, make sure no one comes in.”

Swil walked in, arms at his side and with a calm voice said, “Give up this planet is mine.”

“Statement: Negative, this planet is under control of the Superior Robot Army, and you are in a restricted zone, you must leave now or you will be terminated, you have five seconds, four… three… two… one… blast him!”

Swil was in a meditative state, and felt the blast bolts nearing him. Suddenly a clear aurora enveloped Swil, protecting him from the bolts. The aura slowly started changing color from a clear white to a yellow to dark red, it eventually started giving off electrical surges.

“Command: Cease fire.” The Commanding droid said, “Statement: I think we may be in trouble.” Everything went silent.

Swil finally broke the silence with a loud yell. The aura suddenly started pulsating, and then a large explosion ran throughout the entire outpost, eliminating everyone in the outpost, and collapsing the command center.

[Swil Kit Fisto]

The SRA Command post laid in ruins, smoldering from Swil’s devastating attack. Anselm and Hannibal stared in awe, trying to understand what happened, fearing the worst. Swil was nowhere to be seen. They began climbing on top the wreckage searching for their beloved leader. Secretly Swil was waiting safely underneath the rubble, he could sense where Hannibal and Anselm were. Once he felt Anselm directly above him he let out a powerful force push, making Anselm fly through the air with debris hitting her.

“AHHHHH!” She screamed as she flailed through the air, Swil watched intently with a hearty laughter, as she fell down perfectly in the center of a pile of Bantha excrement.

“Aww, that’s simply disgusting, but freaking hilarious! Bwahaha!” Swil climbed out of the wreckage and looked over to see Anselm covered in dung. “You are not getting into my ship like that.”

Swil went back to his ship and set up a link to the republic, “I Swil have taken Bespin for myself, and out of my own goodwill I am willing to sell it back to the Republic for half a million credits.”

“What? You cannot be serious” replied the representative, “we will have to send a team out to investigate.”

“That is fine, just bring me some beer while you’re at it, I’m parched.”

Meanwhile Hannibal was outside the ship hosing down Anselm. “Ugg, next time try and avoid large piles of $h!t. Oh for all that is holy this smells bad.”

Swil came back out of the ship and laughed again at seeing Anselm drenched. “Well we will be waiting for the Republic to show to give me my beverage money, and then we will be off again.”

Several hours passed, Anselm was able to dry off, and Swil was able to down a few of his beers. Finally the Republic cruiser showed up, Swil ran over to greet them, “Hi welcome to my little planet. As you can see, I am not a robot trying to deceive you, nor am I being held up by one to set you up, and if you look to the droid outpost you will see that it lay in ruins.”

“Well done friend, the Republic will gladly give you the amount of credits requested for this planet, and a special gift a bottle of rare Tarisian ale.”

Swil’s face started to glow with joy. The Republic officer signaled his men, who then brought out a case. The officer took the case and opened it up revealing the credits and bottle of Tarisian ale. Swil gladly accepted the reward and set off for a beer run.