Tars' Story (Fan Fiction)

## Introduction

**Author:** VaderGamer

**Characters:** Reginald Waters, Tars Alin

**Setting:** The Golden Card (Naboo)

## Story

My name is unimportant, but if you must know, it is Reginald Waters. I am a reporter of sorts, a gatherer of tales as well. But the tale I have gathered here is a secret, one that must not be let out until it is safe for those involved, for this story happened.

I had heard of rebellious figures that opposed the Empire. Movies had been made about them, the Empire had killed them. So it was not so hard for me to find Rebels that got away using the Imperial Holonet. Secretly, of course, as I was not strictly allowed to access the files. It so happened that I came upon Tars Alin, wanted fugitive. His crimes: grand theft from the Emperor himself, treason, and warmongering. Alin had led a mostly unrecorded life until his rebellious organization was formed after Order 66, on Montu Cordu. The planet was attacked eventually, killing thousands, and forcing Alin and his friends to leave.

My challenge was to find Alin, and get his story, for it was important to me that I get his side as well. I do not have any grievance against the Empire. It doesn’t affect me. But it was illegal nonetheless to find Tars Alin and not report him, to get his story and keep it hidden from the Empire this long. I persist, anyway.

I found Alin on Naboo, the owner of a pazaak den called *The Golden Card*. It was a stroke of luck, as I had only followed rumors and stories from the survivors of Montu Cordu to get there. After Alin had displayed his shock of me knowing his involvement with the Empire by tackling me to the floor, he settled.

“I come as a friend, to hear your story,” I said, and explained my secret business. I assured him that no record of our conversation would appear anywhere, unless it was someone he allowed me to show it to, so that the Empire would never find out about him or his friends. He hesitantly agreed to talk to me.

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Well, where to begin? My name is Tars Alin, as I’m sure you know. I’m a human, simple as that. I was born on Coruscant twenty-eight years ago. My father was Hedrick Alin, a shipyard worker. I remember helping him with his repairs when he needed me to, and that was always, as he was barely scraping by as it was. He couldn’t support me, his only child. My mother was dead; she died a long time ago.

I learned to build, to fly. I could repair almost any kind of problem your ship can have. Eventually I decided that I couldn’t be a bother to my dad anymore. He could live by himself if he didn’t have to support me. I had decided to leave home, get a job, and become successful. Before I could leave, though, he was killed.

Well, he wasn’t killed. Tragic as it was, he really just *died*. An unfortunate shipyard accident. One of the anti-matter levitators had failed, and the ship he was working on crushed him. Killed by his livelihood.

I…well, I had lost someone before. It…could have been worse. My life was a wreck for a while. I ran away from my home, taking what valuables I could. I was fourteen? I think so.

I could tell you of the time I spent as a beggar, but that was not long. Then I worked at a Cantina. For a few years I got by. Then I became a thief. I was never caught.

I was about eighteen when I stole my first valuable. A watch from a store. I sold it for twenty credits. Thus began a period of time where I stole and sold, becoming moderately wealthy. I had amassed a thousand credits by the time I was nineteen. I used the money to buy a junker, a real old ship. I called her *Money*. She seated two, and had a small cargo area. Ah, those were good times….

I could tell you how I used *Money* to do odd jobs, and some smuggling, but that’s not really what you’re here for, I know. I sold *Money* after two years of hard work and saving, and eventually bought the *Tars I*. I stepped up my game, hauling more cargo and getting more money. I eventually became well-known in the Coruscant underworld. I suppose it was then that I began to take action against the Empire. Well, then, it was still the Republic.

I met some people; they are the ones you want to hear about. Arbacca, a stubborn Wookiee, Santo, a smart Jedi…Panzer, he was a Mandalorian, ‘nuff said. Nat, a Duros, came a little later. I suppose I’ll tell you about them later. I worked with them as a pilot, helping them take down gang lords and such. For the Republic’s benefit.

One day we had to scale the *Republic 500*, the Chancellor’s place. It was dangerous; you remember the attack on Coruscant, by the Separatists? We killed so many droids. It was kind of fun. We reached the top, trying to *rescue* Palpatine or somesuch. He wasn’t in his office. We looked around.

I saw his computer. “Order 66” was there, and details of what was going to happen. I was outraged, and so were my friends. I stole about a million credits from Palpatine’s desk. I suppose it was some kind of stolen money anyway, as no one has any business having that much in cash. We had to warn the Jedi.

I took the others in my speeder, and we flew away from the building. We were shot down by droids, buried in the undercity of Coruscant. I remember all going black. I though everyone was dead. If only we were that lucky….

We woke up weeks later. It could have been only a week, I don’t know. Order 66 had already happened. We were too late. All the Jedi were dead. The Chancellor had become the Emperor. And we were in the middle of it.

My friends, mostly being Jedi, had to hide. I supposed that I would join them. I think something inside me wanted to. I still had the million credits. We bought a ship and headed out-system. It was Arbacca’s suggestion to go to Montu Cordu. That’s when we began to build.

I’ll take it slower from here, if you don’t mind? Yeah, I know. I was intoxicated with money. I had never had that much before. I spend it on clothes, a speeder, used it to impress women. I remember a Twi’lek cook I had…made the best Nerf. Anyway, Arbacca had it in his head to make an army. He’s always been fussing around with his droids, building them better and making them stronger.

Eventually he had a little HQ set up. A cafeteria mess hall too. He’d convinced a bunch of Jawas from Tatooine—no, seriously—to come and work for him. They built his droid army and stuff. Fun to party with, those little guys.

We all had rooms in the HQ dorms. I had mine, and there was also one for Gabe, the little Jedi clone-boy, Nat, the Duro, Sev, a Jedi Mandalorian, as well. Gabe never stayed much. He was always missing, usually on Tatooine. He had a girl, too; got her pregnant. I big fiasco. I’m not sure what happened to him. Went off to save the world, I imagine.

Santo had disappeared. We all were wondering where he was. We didn’t find him for a while….

That’s a good story. I’ll start there.

Santo was a Jedi, tall and handsome, in his pale sort of way. He had longish black hair and a blue, double-saber. We went looking for him often, ever since he disappeared. It was on a random hyperspace travel that we were interrupted by some kind of field. It powered the ship down and we were helpless.

I was there, and some others as well. Arbacca and Sev, or Panzer. One of the Mandalorians. We came upon the Cube.

The Cube was a massive, well, cube, in space. Much bigger than our ship, and about as big as a Republic troop carrier. It glowed. Green. We were stuck, and all scared. The Cube had a tractor beam, and brought us in.

Inside was nothing. Nobody. We left the ship to find out what was happening.

A voice on some kind of intercom blurted out. We listened to what it had to say.

Apparently, we were some kind of game. She had unlimited resources to her disposal—it was a girl, she wouldn’t tell us her name—and we had to find her.

I personally didn’t want to find her, but seeing as the ship was powered down and a monitor with a countdown popped out of the wall, I guessed I didn’t have much of a choice.

There were mechanical spiders first. Hundreds of them. We had just left the hangar when we came upon a massive room with big pillars down the middle and holes in the walls. We shut them down somehow. It became dark, and we all were moving down a tunnel….

I’m sorry if this sounds jerky. I can’t…remember it all that well. We came upon the darkest room of all. There were eyes. I remember what they sounded like.

“GRAK!” over, over and over again. Monsters, with wings. Lizards. There was a big one. We ran. We shot a few, then ran.

Eventually we found the Mistress. That is what she called herself. Santo was kneeling before her.

“Santo!” I yelled, and he looked back. His face was angry, his eyes red. His hair was jagged and untamed.

He didn’t seem to care. He ignited his saber and we fought. Him and the Mistress against all of us. It was a long battle, but we won, just barely.

Santo had turned to the Dark. We had killed the Mistress, and all of a sudden he was better. He still looked bad, but he wasn’t evil anymore. She must have had some kind of spell on him. He broke down sobbing.

We asked him what was wrong. He killed Terra, his wife. The Mistress told him that she killed Liam, and Santo believed her. Liam was dead too. Liam was his Padawan. He left us then, and told us he’d never come back, and that he was going to do…something.

He deactivated the beam and left. We tried to catch up but couldn’t. He was *fast*. We escaped the Cube. I don’t know where it is now.

When we got back to Montu Cordu we had a new friend. His name was Damian, a huge man from the Cube. He had been under the Mistress’ spell too, but we rescued him. His home was Montu Cordu, ironically enough. We let him go home, and he lived there until the Invasion. Then he died, protecting his wife and kids.

It’s a shame. But some good came of Montu Cordu. Some, anyway.

Sev was only on the planet for a little while when Nahari came along.

Sev was sixteen, a real stupid teenager. Nahari was a less stupid teenager, older than him, a Mandalorian, true blooded. They met in a bar and hit it off immediately. He told me that she had made very…aggressive moves towards him in his ship, just afterward. They were married soon after. I don’t blame him. There’s nothing hotter than a female Mandalorian, if you haven’t seen one before.

I met Nahari’s older friend, Josey. It’s…hard for me to talk about her. Even now. I’ve…moved on, sort of. Well, I’m seeing someone else right now, but….

We were married. Best times of my life. I was the Admiral of our Navy, the Montu Cordu Resistance or something. I was young, and happy. She got pregnant, but I didn’t know until…well, nine months came along. You see, I was fighting against the Empire then. We had a little help from an Ackbar character. Gave us two HUGE ships, I’m not even joking.

Another Jedi, well, a few actually, had joined us by then. Me and the Jedi were fighting the Emperor, side by side. Well, I suppose it was really the Jedi and me, as I’m less important than any Jedi, right? Tamor’a, an…attractive, to say the least, Jedi, with a yellow saber, we met on Cordu. Candrai was a pointy-eared Jedi. Dark Side when we met him, Light Side after; you know. Zolar, he’s funny. A Zabrak Jedi. He was with us just after Montu Cordu. With them, Gabe, Sev, Santo and Terra, we had a good little army.

As you know, things kind of fell apart, and we’d lost a few towards the end. Gabe also disappeared. I’m repeating myself.

We fought the biggest battle; three ways—Bloodlust Pirates, the Empire, and us.

We were nearly destroyed. I survived, with the Jedi, the Wookiee, and a few droids. We retreated to Montu Cordu. It was the first time in nine months I’d been there, and I heard that my wife was giving birth.

I went to the moon of Montu Cordu, where our second base was, but it was bombed. The Empire had ambushed us! It was the beginning of the Montu Cordu Invasion.

Josey died…just after giving birth to my little Aelias. I was a wreck, much more than after my father had died. Not only that, our entire operation was destroyed. We had to run, we had to hide. And where did we end up?

Arbacca ended up in Tatooine, working for Jabba. I am here, on Naboo, with Candrai and Tamor’a. Zolar is building a home on Arodoni VIII. Sev is on Mandalore with his family. Nat is here, with his family, doing trans-atmosphere jobs.

My new girl? That’s Harene, Sev’s sister. He’s not too happy about it.

Other adventures? I’m not sure I have the time. Maybe someday.

The Empire? I can’t really do anything about it. I don’t plan to. Hopefully I’ll be able to adventure some more one day. In fact, I’m thinking of selling the *Card*.

Yeah, I skipped a few parts, but they aren’t for me to tell. I hope you got everything.

\_\_\_

My interview with Tars had left me frustrated and irritated. Surely he had a better memory? I couldn’t find anything else from him. I wanted to know the story of so much more. About Tamor’a’s joining the group, and Candrai. Nat and Arbacca’s background. Gabe’s disappearances.

But then a thought occurred to me: I now know where Arbacca, Candrai, Sev, Tamor’a, and Zolar are. Why not ask them? I plan on doing so.