Star Wars VRMMO: Galactic Expedition

(Moving is tough. Whole body hurts. Just a quick chapter bc I feel bad for not posting bc I was moving. Enjoy!)

Napoli stood before his line of squad captains like a proud father. "So, dude, what do you think?"

Tyler was standing there with a shit eating grin on his face. He was thrilled with the results of this endeavor. On top of all of this, there should be a group of Revanites ready for combat soon. They are all going through a comprehensive retraining and officer education process to lead the guild as squad leaders. "What do I think?! I can't wait to see them in combat. No one will stand a chance against this shit."

As they were chatting about the possible applications of this new power, a guild member ran over to them. "Guild Leader!"

Tyler turned to him. "What is it?"

The guild member nodded. "The Republic has just received a plea of help from Naboo. Senator Amidala has gone missing."

Tyler perked up on hearing this. "Well, that's my queue. Wait, this is a good opportunity to have the experimentals go through a field test. Napoli, go through the intel on the Naboo Crisis that occurs mid war and narrow down the location. Then have my cruiser scan for underground structures in that area. Meanwhile, I want two squads prepped and ready for my return. I'll be leading this operation personally. It's the least I can do for Anakin. I will be heading to the capital now so please take care of this for me."

Napoli laughed. "Of course dude. It's the least I could do after all you've done for me. I doubt I'd be in this position today if it wasn't for you."

Tyler shrugged as he hopped into his fighter. "R2, off to the capital we go."

-GE-

As Tyler landed in the hangar, Captain Typho rushed over to greet him. "General Draco, we're so glad you could make it this quickly."

Tyler waved his hand in dismissal. "I was already on-world so it's not a big deal in the slightest. Please, tell me what the situation is."

Typho nodded and guided Tyler towards a holotable. "These latest developments have been quite concerning. We definitely never thought we'd have to deal with anything like this. Personally, I thought it was more likely to see droids in the palace again before this."

Tyler raised his brow. "That is quite concerning. Please get to the point, captain."

Typho nodded as they arrived in front of the holo table, turning it on. "Yes, general. We did a robo-lobotomy on the battle droids and came up with this piece of memory."

Tyler nearly choked when they saw him. He shook his head and patted his clothes, composing himself. "Who is Dr. Nosecone over here?" Typho chuckled at Tyler's comment. 'Really? I didn't realize this hardass had a sense of humor.'

Typho then continued, gesturing at the hologram. "This is Dr. Nuvo Vindi, the senior medic for the Perma families. He disappeared ten years ago."

Vindi then began speaking. He sounded like a typical Nazi mad scientist. "Good news, my soulless automaton friends." He was gently stroking what looked like a bomb in his hands like a psychopath.

He continued. "We finally have enough of the blue shadow virus to start filling the bombs. We will only need to send one bomb to each key star system. Work quickly!" As he finished, he was flitting his fingers as if he was fondling an imaginary brėȧst. "I want them ready to deliver-" The recording cut off.

Tyler sighed. "Well that's a shit show. How do we stop Dr. Nosecone?"

Typho nodded. "The good news is that Senator Amidala found the lab." He pressed another buŧŧon and a 3D model of the lab popped up on the hologram.

Tyler rolled his eyes. "I'm guessing that the go-getter went right in?"

Typho chuckled. "I guess you know her pretty well. She did indeed. She sent us the coordinates before she disappeared. We've managed to get a geo-scan of the area."

Tyler shook his head. "I think I'll call this Operation Hugh Mungus."

Tyler nodded. "Well done, captain. If we can stop this, I'll be sure to have you and your men awarded accordingly. First, let's prepare for the worst."

Typho buŧŧed in. "Sir, how do you plan on dealing with the operation?"

Tyler shrugged. "That question is above my paygrade. My ȧssociate is handling the plan and preparing my squad. They'll fill me in when I get there."

Typho looked confused. "Ummm, General, but what could possibly be above your paygrade?"

Tyler laughed. "Well, I just pay for everything and pretend to know what I'm talking about. Don't tell anyone I said that though." He winked.

Typho sighed. "Very well then. How should we prepare?"

Tyler nodded. "There should be many guilds stationed on Naboo, yes?"

Typho nodded. "Yes, they are a huge help. What about them?"

Tyler smiled. He'll never miss an opportunity to create quests for other players. "Put out an ȧssignment to have them gather and prepare emergency supplies for a potential virus breakout. Face masks, rebreathers, food, water, we may need all of it. Have them arrange it in various hangars around the planet and ensure that there will be proper coverage in case it does break out. Explicitly say to the guild representatives that they must restrict the information on this as we don't want to cause mass hysteria. Anything I might have missed?"

Tyler nodded. "Great thinking."

Typho smiled. "Speaking of hazmat suits. Will your squad be needing them?"

Tyler shook his head. "We will be fine. We have air tight armor prepared. That way we don't have to worry about being in combat."

Typho nodded. "Good thinking, sir. I'll get that ȧssignment out. I wish you luck, General."

Tyler smiled and turned to walk back to his ship as the quest popped up on his screen. "Thank you, Captain. I'll keep you posted."

*Quest Received: Mystery of the Thousand Moons*

*Rank: Epic*

*Description: Dr. Nuvo Vindi is attempting to release the Blue Shadow virus on the galaxy. The last time this virus struck the galaxy, billions died before a cure was developed. Prevent the release of the virus at all costs and save Senator Amidala. The slighted failure will result in at least 2% of the galaxy's population dying including the loss of Naboo, a key system in the Republic.*

*Potential Rewards: 1 billion credits, ALL NON ENEMY GROUPS BELOW HONORED +6000 Reputation, Unknown Title.*