The RBL Store.

[Goku1]

As the gruff mechanic stalks out the door, Goku takes up the proper position of a slinger, pulls a mint out of his pocket, loads it into the slingshot, and yells, " D'orjahl, you want good, you've got the best."

Goku pulls back, takes aim, and lets fly the slingshot. The mint hurls through the air and made a beeline for the mechanic, who whirled around just in time to see the mint zip right by his head.

Goku appeared directly behind D'orjahl, and picked the mint out of the air before it hit the bulkhead. He re-loaded the mint, took aim, and hit the opitcal sensor of an outdated and dismantled 3-PO unit that sat a good 70 feet from him, shattering it.

Goku stepped in front of the awed mechanic, pulled himself to his full height and said, "That good enough for you? And as for a BB gun, heck, i grew out of those when i was a kid."

Goku walks over to where CT is still holding the SR-122. CT hands the rifle to him. Goku twirls it about like it was his old power pole, then in an instant takes aim and shoots of a snap shot aimed directly at D'orjhal. The mint, which no one had seen Goku place on the mechanic's head, vaporized in an instant.

Goku handed the rifle back to CT. "Nice rifle, almost no kickback, very nice balance. How much?"

[D'orjahl]

Smoke begins to pour into the store from the stockroom filling the air with noxious fumes and blinding everyone. Klaxons begin to blare calling the entire station to "General Quarters" and a second, equaly loud alarm starts whailing indicating a "hull breach"

D'orjahl picking him self up from the deck half blinded begins cussing and screaming, half blinded by the vapors emmiting from the stockroom.

"YOU #%^@*& MULLET HEAD!!! WHAT DO YOU..."
*BLAM*!!!

D'orjahl is lifted from the deck by an explosion in the stockroom and thrown into a mannequin wearing an old OBS TIE pilots flight suit.
Shaking off the dizzyspell to follow and realizing that he can't tell exactly where he is anymore and dosn't know the way out, he begins to pull the helmet and lifesuport off of the mannequin.

"Figgures" D'orjahl thought to himself.
"I always knew that these things were worn by dummies, now another one gets to put it on."
D'orjahl straped down the chest plate and pulled the helmet over his head. Though his eye's were still half blinded, he could now breath easier and soon caught his breath. With a flip of a rocker swith he activated the VR display in the helmet and could actualy begin to see through the smoke with limited capability.
"O.K. first things first. Stop fire!"

D'orjahl stood and made his way to the stockroom nearly tripping over CT.
"Damn, now I gotta play Fireman."
The flight tech grabbed CT by the ankles and began dragging him to the entrace of the store. When he entered the corridor he met with a disorented Ace and Tankwho were still caughing and wiping the tears from thier eyes.
Ace was the first to clear his eye's.
"Man! I never thought I'd be happy to see a TIE pilot!"Said Ace as he helped D'orjahl pull CT into the corridor.
"Save yer sas, I hate these outfits and the nuts who were em!" Snaped the tech.
"where's Goku?" Said Tank getting his sight back and accounting for his mates.
"Who? OH! you mean MULLET HEAD! He probably ran off like a scalded mynock when the stockroom blew. THE STOCKROOM!!!!" With that D'orjahl ran back into the store for the stockroom.
As the gruff flight technitian disapreared into the store Tank and Ace pulled CT farther from the store entrance. Station personel were running up and down the corridor moving into there battle stations.
"Where are the fire squads?" Ace wondered aloud.
"I don't know" Answered Tank. "But look... ...no smoke is comming out of the store. It must be getting sucked out through the hull breach"
"Well, if the smoke is getting sucked out and the fire squads aren't here to stop the fire, that means we are probably on the wrong side of the FIRE BREAK!" Exclaimed Ace.


D'orjahl enters the stockroom, the room is void of smoke or flame. "Where is the fire?" D'orjahl wondered to himself.
The tech located where the blaster blew through some shelves knocking them down and ignighting some lubricants staring the fire that had smoked out the store. Looking through the trail of holes left by the rifle, he saw that the line lead right into the hangar bay.
"O.K. well here was where the fire was, but why did it go out?"
The lubricants were scattered about as though they had been blasted apart from one another. Looking about the wear house like store room D'orjahl spies a foot sticking out from under a toppled shelf.
"What the... hold on mate! we'll have you out in a bit!"
D'orjahl reaches down to lift the metal shelves from the man pinned under them.
"GRUUUUUNNNNNT" Taking all his effort to raise the shelves he finaly get's them up over his head and looks down at the man.
"awwwww $@&%...... well, at least the mullet didn't run off."
There lay Goku covered with leaky boxes of root beer syrup. Resisting the temptation of just dropping the shelves back down on the motionless form of Goku, the grizzled tech pushed his load over and away from the unfourtunate heap.
As D'orjahl leaves the store to report his findings to Tank, the alarms go silent. The air in the store still has a slight haze. A voice cracks over the intercom. "FIRE IN HANGAR BAY UNDER CONTROLE, HULL BREACH SECURE".....

"I told that mullet to leave that thing alone..... he couldn't even hit me with a sling shot while my back was turned... i can't belive it.... he broke that droid eye that I had already commited to sell on E-bay.... now how in the nine nebula am i gonna explain this to my coustomer!? Those out dated optic sensors are getting harder and harder to come by...." .....
....
D'orjahl turns around at the stores entrance..... and starts back into the store.... stripping off the helmet.
"I'm going to kill him...." **starts screaming** "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM, I'M GONNA BEAT HIM TO DEATH WITH THIS %##%N HELMET I'M GONNA RAM THIS FREAKIN CHEST PLATE DOWN HIS *&^$(* THROAT I'M GONNA MAKE HIM EAT THIS LIFE SUPORT.... MULLET YOU GOTTA DIE!!!!!"

[M1A2Tanker]

Tank would have gone back inside but the cursing and whatnot he heard coming back out long before D'orjahl appeared let him know that he should wait a second.

Sure enough the grizzled tech walked out, still cursing and screaming obsenities.

"D'orjahl, calm down. What did you find?" Tank said as sternly and calmly as possible.

The man just jerked a thumb over his shoulder and said, "Mullet head stopped the fire, but he made one hell of a mess."

"So I gathered." Tank said dryly as he walked in. He looked over the messed up store, at the merchandise down on the floor, the holes left in the walls and...

"Oh man...D'orjahl is not going to like this..." He said as he looked at the damaged, or rather wrecked remains of his prized possesion...a fully functional missile boat that he uses for space drag racing. Tank shook his head and went over to where Goku was still laid out. He gazed at the Saiyan with hard eyes, his arms crossed. He was going to wait until he woke up.

"Goku...when you wake up, we'll have a nice little chat..."

[Acehigh]

"Just finished checking out the rest of the hangar and the backside of the store. All clear. R 2Vader and Mauler, I need you two to come back into the store"

The still slightly dazed Jedi Knight and pilot walked sheepishly back round to the front of the store. Upon arriving there he spots tank standing over a comatose Goku.

"Tank all's clear round back. Luckily, using that term loosely, the missle boat was the only ship to obtain damage. I've commed R 2 Vader and Mauler and they are bringing the droid pilots out of the Incenerator's hangar bay. While I know you don't trust my Impy droids they have their usefulness. This isn't the best time to throw this on ya, but they are all programmed for starfighter combat and they can repair anything with ion drives and weapons."

Tank rolled his eyes and looked back at Ace. "Are you sure they aren't more of your dark side disciples?"

"Trust me they follow my every command. Since we left the Empire they have agreed to behave. R 2 Vader is the only one that still has some 'flaws' left to work out lol"

Just as that sentence is finished R 2 Vader, Mauler, and 18 droids of various makes are seen approaching the hangar. Clone wars style battle droids, a couple yvh droids, and even a couple 3po models are in the mottley group.

"Ace all droids operational and ready for instruction." came the metalic voice of R 2 Vader.

"Alright guys with your permission Tank I'd like to have them start repairing the Missle Boat, and damaged droids in the shop?"

"Alright Ace lets see what these guys can do. I've always wanted to meet your "TAU Pilots" anyway. Just make sure they don't do anything funny."

"Aye Aye sir. TAU Squadron you heard the man, lets get to work!"

[Goku1]

Goku blinks his eyes and starts rubbing his head.

"Man, mabey using the rootie syrup to snuff the fire wasn't such a good idea, but snuffing it with my energy was. But i gotta find out how Vegeta manages to breathe vacume...."

Goku looks grogily around as he gets to his feet. He's completely drenched from head to toe in the rootie syrup, and he had a feeling he might get dunked in the trout tank as a treat for the fish.

[M1A2Tanker]

Tank stood over Goku as he rose up, drenched fully. "Pilot...we're going to have a talk. Take a good look around. Notice the damage you caused. Your antics with the slingshot plus firing off a blaster rifle have caused all this. You saved this part of the station, and for that you won't be getting the full riot act."

Tank took a couple steps, watching the droids work. "Goku, I'm highly dissappointed. You should know better. Discharge of a powerful blaster rifle that you didn't own in closed quarters outside of a range...taunting a civilian....damaging hundreds of pieces of equipment and descruction of a missile boat..."

He whirled about, looking at the Saiyan hard. "Pilot, you are confined to the brig for a day. You will also pay for the damage you caused by working it off in the Store, without the employee benefits I would have allowed normally. I know about your tournament money, and it is not accepted. CT and I will get our pound of flesh out of you the hard way. And you won't be released until the bill has been paid in full. You will not be allowed to purchase the blaster rifle until you have proven to me that you are safe with it. You will also not be attending to your duties with your squad except for patrols, and for combat operations."

He turned to Ace. "Ace, you will escort him to the brig. Make sure he stays there for the full 24 hours." He turned back.

"It is only because you worked hard to save the station that I'm not throwing you out an airlock without a suit. Or putting you in the brig for a month. Count your blessings. Dismissed."

Tank walked away, leaving Ace and Goku alone.

[Goku1]

Goku turns to look at Ace.

"Well, this sucks. I didn't know that sucker would pull quite that much of a punch. Nice rifle though. Hell, if that auto-magcon field hadn'ta kicked in, i'd be dead right now. Take me to the brig."

Goku hangs his head in shame as he resolves to just stick to using his newly developed "energy gun" technique for snipering from now on.

"Wait a minute. Ace, I'll be right back, trust me on this." Goku sticks two fingers to his forehead and Instant Transmissions away.

"Hey, hold up!!" Ace was too late, the Saiyan had departed. Not even five seconds later, Goku was back in front of him, sticking out his hands, ready to be cuffed and escorted."

"What the hell did you zap off for? That could have made this even worse on you!!"

"Yeah, I know, but i felt bad for that old tech because i inadvertently cause his Missle Boat to blow up. So, i zapped over to one of the Imp's bases, touched the best looking one i saw, and zapped it to the main hangar, then zapped back here."

Ace shook his head. "Well kid, at least your heart's in the right place. Don't know where your mind went though. But i have to admit, that was a good shot. I didn't even see the sotrage locker behind him...."

A minute later, Goku was seated in the brig, the force field was activated and he sat there, pondering what was going on around the station. Ace was likely on board his SSD working with his droids. Tank was probably getting a few cleaning droids to fix up his shop.

Aslan was most likely in the bar and grill making lunch for the pilots, probably one of Momma Ewok's recipies. Snoopy was likely to be in the Wrath hangar, polishing his dog house.

Goku sighed to himself. ' Stupid, stupid stupid!! Sure, i made my point, but i should have seen the frikin storage locker behind him. And what in the name of the Force did Tanker plan to do with all those mines and mortars? Still, i should have seen it, but why didn't i?'

Goku's thoughts lulled him off to sleep.

[Acehigh]

After checking out the missle boat Goku teleported into the hangar, the ole Jedi turned to his mates.

"This one is very nice, but it doesn't have the special modifications Dohrjal had made on that one. *points to the pile of parts being reassembled by the droids.* Make sure you guys pay very close attention to those specs. This baby has some special parts that aren't stock......"

Getting up he walks over to the hangar door.

"Keep up the good work guys, I'm gonna go check on Goku."

He walks over to the brig and knocks on the door. After a couple seconds he sees two large eyes staring out of the peep hole in the door.

"Hey holdin up aight? Just wanted you to know this wasn't personal. Just following orders. The hardest thing for a young Jedi to learn is control. Let these procedings teach you this. Now, not that I don't trust you but.....*clicks his com unit twice. Two YVH droids with Tank Treads welded where there feet should have been, come rolling out in front of the brig.* These guys are going to stand guard just to make sure the next 20 hours go smoothly. If an escape is attempted these droids carry light sabers and are programmed with Jedi kata attacks and defenses. While they don't have the range of motion that a sentient being has, they can still do a great amount of damage. I'm not expecting trouble, just being careful."

"I understand." And with that the eyes retreat back into the darkness of the cell.

With the droids in place at the door, the tired Jedi Knight heads back to the hangar to assist with the fighter repairs.

[Goku1]

Goku sat back as the sliver of light that was the door slot slid shut.
Goku knew he'd screwd up, but was read to make reparations for it. As soon as he got out, he was going to help get things back together as fast as his Super Saiayn powers would allow.


Of course, he'd have alot of work for Tank to do.


Goku nodded off to sleep again, though his stomach was starting to feel empty. He dreamt of the events that had just taken place, but noticed something very odd. He saw that the shot he'd fired had stopped at the mint, and hadn't contacted with the sotrage locker at all. There was a tiny little charge at the base of the door that ahad blown it.

Goku woke up. Surely that hadn't been the case. A mint dissapaiting a high powered laser blast? Please. But he'd still make note of it in his log. goku looked over at the chronometer built into the wall and noticed that there was a log entry port there. Goku tapped the on button.

"Goku's Log, Wrath 2. I've been sent to the brig for 24 hours for a stupid mistake that shouldn't have happened. I regret gravely that it did, however, i can't seem to shake the idea that it wasn't totaly my fault.

While in the brig, i've had a dream that the shot i made was dissapaited by the mint, and that there was a small charge explossive on the storage locker door, though it seems unlikely. Log out"


Goku laid back on the hard metal rank and dozed off again, this time dreaming of his family millions of lightyears away......


Little did Goku know, since he'd never had to spend time in the brig before, that all log entries made in the brig were recorded and sent to Tanker's office.....

[D'orjahl]

D'orjahl stomped out of the store and made his way through the station towards Aslan's place. He had heard that there was a bar & grill on this station, (as many stations do) but having just been hired a couple of days ago, he knew little about the establishment or it's propriotor. He knew Aslan was the owner, and knew that the owner was also an admiral."I hate brass and inspections and all the other things that go with em.But who knows? Maby since he owns a bar he's not all bad. They sure made a stink about him in "Black Sabre".
Another thing that the tech had heard was the affinity for root beer on the station."I hope they have something a little stiffer THAT at the bar" he muttered to himself.
Upon reaching the turbo lift he noticed that he could smell the smoke permiating his coveralls, and looking down at his hands he realizaed he was still dirty not only from his ordeal with Goku, but from the work he was doing before the brash pilot had even entered the store.
"I outta go get cleaned up"he thought to himself.
And then speaking aloud,"Ah forget it, I need a drink."
The turbo lift door opened and two tall Wookie's charged out with a growl nearly knocking down the suprised technitian. The Wookies ran off in the direction from wich D'orjahl had just come.
"KeeeRIPES!" exclamed the tech.
"WHY DON'T YOU WATCH WERE YOUR GOIN'!!!" But his words fell on deaf ears as the Wookies were gone as suddenly as they had appeared.
"This place is a nut house." said D'orjahl as he steps into the lift.
"How do these peo..peeE.......AAAHCHOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!! PEOPLE get anything DONE around here!"
"Wookies running amuck, unquallifide personell having access to weapons of illproportionate magnatude,UNCHECKED weapons of illproportionat magnatude being accessable to MULLETheee.... heeeee..hhheeeaaaAAAACHOOO!!!.... WHAT IN THE NINE NEBULAE IS THE MATTER WITH ME!"
The lift door opens and as D'orjahl steps out, he see's the closed sign over Aslans door.
"Well ain't that about right. Ofcourse Aslans place is gonna be closed when the station's general quarters is sounded. Silly me for thinkin the way things are run around here, that if we were attacked every one would come here to make the "last stand" in the deffense of the rootbeer supply."
The flight tech turned back to the turbo lift only to have the door close in his face.
"OH #$%^ *&^%%$ THAT #%^*!!!...O-KAY!!! TEN,NINE,EIGHT,SEVEN SIX five.... four....... three..... two...... *sigh* I hope I never get to one....."Said D'orjahl placing a dirty hand on his forehead.
Rather than take the gang ways to the lower deck, D'orjahl decided to awaite the return of the lift.
A few moments later, the lift door opens and out steps an Ewok dressed in an orange flight suit. Naturaly this raised an eyebrow on D'orjahl.
"It's all yours."said the little Ewok.
"Uh,.. whats mine?"stammered D'orjahl, who wasn't so much supirsed about such a small being in a flightsuit but couldn't help but wonder just what modifications went into the cockpit of what ever fighter craft he must have been piloting!
"The turbo lift silly, that is what your waiting on isn't it?"asked the Ewok.
"Oh, uh.... yeah. I mean no... "Just as D'orjahl was beginning to get his thoughts organized the Ewok quipped in,"Whats wrong havn't you ever seen an admiral before?"
With that Aslan punched in the key code to get into his establishment in order to re-open his bar.
It wasn't till now that D'orjahl noticed the admiral rank on the little Ewoks collar.
"YOUR admiral Aslan!?"The tech exclamed.
"The same Aslan who gave "Black Sabre" so much heart burn!?"
The door was opened and the Ewok turned with a smile."Yub, you've heard about that...."It was a statement, not a question.
D'orjahl thought carefuly for a moment, tempted to bring up names and situations only Imperial personell would know, but thought better of it. Thinking to himself "It's probably not prudent to discuss my affilliations with the empire at this time, small furry funny looking man or not, he's wearing admirals rank. best to let it be for now. .......he IS a boy isn't he?"
D'orjahl had never met an Ewok and it would not have been the first time he had made the mistake of missguessing the sex of an alien being. Still thinking to himself..."Well, now I know why it was "Black Sabre" kept this guys identity under wraps. If word had gotten out that our ships were getting shot up by a three foot tall furry man we'de have been a laughing stock"
Aslan entered the bar and over his shoulder said, "Come on in D'orjahl.... get comfortable and get something to eat."
"D'orjahl? .... how did he...." D'orjahls thoughts were cut short by Aslans next comment.
"Not much Tank dose around here with out my knowing about it, especialy when hireing former Gallactic Empire personell. Though the order of "black Sabre" has been succesfuly disolved there are still many other renegade warlords using the idealisms of the Gallactic Empire to run whats left of thier regime. People like you could be of use to us and our cause to bring an end to these warlords."
All of the sudden D'orjahl was niether hungry nor thirsty, just angry.
"I knew comming here was a bad idea! I can't even get into the civilian sector with out some one pestering me for my loyalties! THERE IS NO WAY I'LL TURN MY BACK ON THE EMPIRE!!!" D'orjahl screamed as he stood from the table.
"HEY!"now it was Aslans turn to be angry. "YOUR FLYING YOUR COLORS ON A DEAD STICK!
Had D'orjahl not been so angry, he might have found it humorus to hear an Ewok yelling in the basic toung. But this was all too serrious for the mechanic to find any humor whatso ever.
Aslan conituded a bit calmer now...."When palpatine fell, the Empire fell... there was nothing left of the fleet but a bunch of pirates and warlords.....Thrawn failed, Ieshard, failed everyone who tried to bring it back... failed.Your fleet has become worse than the privatiers your regime clamed to be ridding us of. Because they are better armed and better trained. Your only hope for being a part of something big is to join the winning team."
Aslans words struck D'orjahl with icepick pressision. The tech dropped back into his seat and contemplated what he had just been told. Absentmindedly he reached into his satchel and was greated with a cold mushy feeling about his fingers....."Figgures" he said to himself "I squashed my banana's"
D'orjahl pulled three banana's out of his sactchel and set them on his table before him. One was squashed the second one badly bruised and the third in tact. Aslan came along side him and asked "You gonna keep those?"
Still somewhat in a daze, D'orjahl said. "I'll eat this one, you can throw the others away." Aslan looked at the banana's as D'orjahl began to peel the third banana. The little Ewok still sporting his flight suit took the mashed banana's away.
A short while later as the mechanic was getting down to his last bite of banana, Aslan showed back up carrying a large fishbowl like steemed glass. "Look," said Aslan. "I know things seem a bit rough right now, but when life mashes your banana's.... make daquries."
With that Aslan pushed the drink in front of D'orjahl. And for the first time since D'orjahl came to the station he cracked a genuin smile.
"You know? D'orjahl thought to himself "There may be hope for this place yet."


Part 2 "the hangar sceen" to be posted no later than thursdaynight. till then i hope you enjoyed.