Sithbane
H U N T
Objective: Bounty on Jaivant Graush
Location: Malsheem, Deep Space
Tag: Jaivant | Darth Carnifex
[] 12:36 Hours Until Intercept []
The hum of Siv's CVT-48 Outlander-class Starfighter had become a constant presence during the currently-elapsed three days of his voyage. Omnipresent and unaible to fully be voided no matter what sort of audial dampening settings Siv tangled with, he'd eventually accepted that the humming of the engines would be drilled into his brain until he could finally land. And it wasn't like he'd have any sort of rest once he did.
The Mandalorian Karjr and Bounty Hunter was hard on the trail of a certain young boy called Jaivant Graush, according to the bounty. It had been posted anonymously, and required whoever was hunting him to venture deep into Sith-controlled space -- what little Sith-controlled space there still was -- to hunt a teenager who'd been taken in as a ward by probably one of the most powerful Sith alive. At the very least? The job compensated well, and with the fuel markets on a six-month high and the entire northern galaxy ablaze, even Siv's Karjr work was barely turning a profit. He'd found himself slipping back into his old days of bounty hunting. More criminal, to be sure, but it payed enough that he could cover starfuel and even begin to set a little aside for "insurance".
But these bounty hunting missions were much more demanding than his Karjr patrols. And sneaking into a Sith worldship was no mean feat. Siv's starfighter was made for deep space voyages, a top-of-the-line 0.8 grade hyperdrive and twin engines giving the fighter power and thrust that was useful when traversing the galaxy. But he couldn't just hyperjump into the worldship's orbit, unless he wanted to fight through millions of sith warships and soldiers single handedly. This mission required stealth, stealth that unfortunately Siv was low on in the technology department. Had he known what the mission entailed, he might've been able to nab one of the new GRL-109 Moonlighter-class Stealth Fighters, except for the fact that they didn't have enough cabin space to hold a captive.
So instead he'd resorted to jumping out almost four days travel away from the massive worldship and letting the sublight drives accelerate him to fast enough speeds. He'd subsisted off of ration cubes and long periods of drug-induced sleep to pass the time. But now he was nearing the end of the journey, and came the tricky part. Siv checked his calculations one more time before beginning to power down the ship's systems one by one; power, sublight drives, weapons, etc. Only life support remained active, and on a low power cycle. Now his ship wouldn't be any different to the massive worldship's sensor systems than a passing asteroid, and small enough that the defensive systems wouldn't take note either. With three days worth of acceleration, he had enough momentum to get close enough to the worldship to manuever in undetected. Hopefully.
He settled in for the long rest of the flight.
[] 03:14 Hours Until Intercept []
The worldship had now come into Siv's range of view, a distant bright orb of metal. It was massive and smooth, distinctly artificial, and Sith ships large and small clung to the ship like a swarm of flies. Siv made sure to control his breathing. One false error and the entire Sith fleet would be on him, something that he'd have slim chances of surviving. Finding the worldship had been no easy feat either. A combination of spacer tales, Enclave intelligence networks, captured Sith, and complicated calculations by the ancient Mandalorian artificial intellience 'Artus' had given him the estimations for his trip. At long last, though, all of that work was being vindicated.
He found himself typing out a quick message to Vren Rook , a last resort if anything went wrong. He withheld from sending it though, instead attaching it a command in his HUD, to be sent only if he really needed too.
He quickly inspected his blaster. It was in working condition -- that was good.
[] 00:57 Hours Until Intercept []
Siv's ship drifted pass Sith warship after warship, a lifeless chunk of metal compared to the gleaming cruisers and star destroyers. Lights flickered from viewports and subsystems like their own individual miniature cities, the only source of light out in deep space other than the stars themselves. The worldship seemed to almost be its own planet, except it had a surface of metal rather than rock and liquid.
Siv breathed, his hands resting on the stick of the cockpit. There was less than an hour until he'd be in the gigantic station, if everything went as according to plan.
[] 00:03 Hours Until Intercept []
Siv's voice was audible, but only barely slow, as he counted down the distance between his ship and the Malsheem. Only a few more seconds and he'd be within the ships threshold, able to mask himself from detection and still pilot his starfighter into a docking bay. From there? He'd have to improvise.
Three.
Two.
One.
In a single deft motion, Siv activated the ship's sublight drive systems, the engine's coming back online with a familiar hum of thrust. His target destination wasn't a conventional hangar bay -- no, instead the Mandalorian was entering through the starfighter assembly line. It would provide him enough anonymity to hopefully get into the station without causing alarm. Just a little further . . . and he'd be just one more step closer to getting his target and getting the hell out of this infernal place.