Fourth Scourge of Star Wars

Chapter 713: Dead Soldiers (1)

22BBY, September.

A Venator-class Star Destroyer is sailing in space, but unlike the Venator-class Star Destroyers that can be seen in other places, this Battleship can be said to be tattered.

The countless scars and even gaps on the body have witnessed countless battles. Even because of too many repairs, the unique red and white paint of the Republic on this Battleship has become mottled, and to deceive people, the gear-shaped emblem of the Republic has also been erased.

On the Bridge of the Battleship, two Jedi Knights in Brown Coarse Robes were standing there quietly. However, if another Jedi Knight was on the scene, he would immediately notice that the combination of the Middle-Aged Man and Young Girl in front of him exuded the aura of the Dark Side of The Force.

A Staff Officer came over, stood at attention and saluted the two Jedi Knights: "General Shen-Jon, we have arrived at Kessel. It's just... this Planet is a Prison Planet. We've been disconnected from the Republic for several years, what are we doing here? There won't be any supplies we want here either."

Shen-Jon raised his head slightly, revealing the vicissitudes of the chin covered under the hood, the stubble of different lengths was messy like weeds and looked very dirty. He focused on the Irregularly Shaped Planet with a maximum diameter of about 7,900 kilometers projected on the Hologram, and his expression was slightly loose.

He let out a foul breath and said slowly: "This Prison Planet is almost unmanaged. I can only say that the situation on it is very complicated. But I know a person named Kassar Forge, He's a teacher and should be able to help us get the supplies we need."

"Teacher? Prison? Supplies? I can't connect these three things, master." The Young Jedi Padawan asked.

"This is normal, Naat Reath." Shen Jon said: "There was a riot three years ago on Kessel, and the prisoners held killed almost all the Prison Guards and then became independent. Now, these Prisoners are relying on Kessel to engage in Spice Smuggling Activities. In recent years, their business has become bigger and bigger. I heard that they have also received support from the Hutts. So, we should be able to get supplies from there, of course, this is illegal. [Note 1]"

"So, where's Kassar Forge... er, Teacher?" Naat Reath asked.

"Before the Kessel Prison Riot, Kassar Forge initiated a Prisoner Re-Education Program in the Galactic Republic. He personally went to Kessel to teach the Prisoners to read and write. It can be said that it was hell on earth before the riot, and Kassar Forge was the only ray of light. So after the riot, although all the Guards were killed, the Prisoners did not touch him but continued to hire him as a Teacher. I knew him before, and this time he should help me." Shen-Jon said.

Naat Reath nodded without speaking.

Shen-Jon and Naat Reath landed in a Spaceport in Kessendra, the Capital of Kessel, on a Shuttle. When they stepped out of the Spaceship, most of the things they could see along the way were their faces. Fierce, racially diverse people. Most of these people have tattoos on their bodies, and they are fully armed, but most of them are Old-Fashioned Blaster Rifles before the Galactic Republic.

Walking on the road, suddenly a Falleen Woman with a Large Sniper Rifle on her back bumped into them intentionally or unintentionally. Shen-Jon avoided her in advance, but this Falleen Woman still took advantage of the situation, "You two outsiders, be careful of me..."

"Take me to see Casal Fogg." Shen-Jon waved his hand and said lightly.

The Falleen Woman was instantly controlled by the force, and she said dully: "Okay, I will take you to see Kassar Forge."

She took Shen-Jon all the way to a Small Office Building. This Office Building still retains the style of the Galactic Republic, but now it is a bit out of place with this world occupied by Prisoners.

Inside the Office Building, they saw a very Gentle-Looking Middle-Aged Man wearing Glasses. This Man is at least two meters tall, but he is not strong. This Height makes him a Little Thin.

"Long time no see, Master Shen." The Middle-Aged Man is the Kassar Forge mentioned by Shen-Jon. "I don't know why you came to Kessel?"

"Revenge." Shen-Jon said lightly, "I have a Venator-class Star Destroyer, and I need supplies."

"Revenge?" Casal Fogg frowned.

Shen-Jon replied: "A Separatist General named Sev'rance Tann attacked the Core Worlds of the Republic and killed my Padawan, Stam Reath."

"My Brother too." Naat Reath added from the sidelines.

"Then it should be a matter of course for you to hunt down this Separatist General, right? Why do you have to get involved with revenge and go to Kessel to replenish?" Kassar Forge asked with some doubts.

"My actions are not allowed by the Republic, because according to my investigation along the way, this matter may have something to do with the Hutts. That's why I entered Hutt Space." Shen-Jon replied.

Kassar Forge thought for a while and said: "Well, I should be able to help you get supplies. If you have enough Shuttles, you can land without a Battleship. But...it will cost a lot of money."

"Now I still have about 50,000 Republic Credits in my hand," Shen-Jon said.

"First, the money is not enough. Second, Hutt Space does not accept Republic Credits. The common currency here is the Wupiupi Coin." Kassar Forge sighed. He is just a Teacher, and there is nothing he can do to help.

"Is there a way to get money?" Shen-Jon asked.

Kassar Forge pondered for a while and said: "I heard some rumors before. It seems that the Army of the Republic suffered a defeat on Mimban and was almost wiped out. I think, maybe you can go there to find some valuable things, if you can find supplies, then you don't need to come to Kessel, after all, it's not peaceful here."

Shen-Jon nodded, pushed a Memory Bank and said, "Help me find out about this person, Yap, an Engineer of the Republic, who later betrayed and joined Separatism, and he is developing a Secret Weapon for the Separatists."

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[Note 1: I brought this riot ahead of time, but this is not a critical thing. ]

[I've returned from holiday and translations will now continue. -Translator S.M. ]