ConnoryMember Since 31 May 2013
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19 November 2017 - 10:01 AM
"Come on come on come on..."
The cloaking device and the shield generators slipped back into gear. As the device's control panel lit up, Connory fired the repulsorlifts. The Veil bounced twenty metres in the air and vanished. Trees rustled and waved like feathers. Connory aimed for a cloudless patch of sky - to leave no wake - and gunned the engines.
16 November 2017 - 03:02 PM
Retorts welled up as the recording wound down, but in death, Mia had captured the last word impeccably. Connory bit back a snarl. Wasn't much to be done except grab the case she'd mentioned, make sure the transmission finished, check the ship's sensors, and either torch it or fly off. It didn't feel like home anymore - no, it did, but perverted and twisted and ugly.
On the other hand, if he burned the ship, she'd be right about him running away.
He settled into the pilot's seat, dropped the unopened case on the other chair, and flipped the next few wakeup switches. The Liberty's Veil was unarmed; its survivability boiled down to good shields and great stealth, neither of which were active. Prudence suggested rectifying that as soon as possible, but the Veil was an old and jury-rigged boat. Finding security would take a few minutes.
Visual inspection didn't reveal anything odd in the surrounding forest, and the tough glasteel viewports futzed with his helmet scanners just like the hull. After a minute or so, he coaxed the Veil''s sensor suite to life and gave the area a look. No obvious threats in the air, nothing closer than Keldabe traffic...
...but on the ground, there were two humanoids, darn close. Other sensor modes picked up concurrent metal deposits and electronic signatures. Mandos.
14 November 2017 - 08:58 PM
The crystal pillar shattered in a satisfactory manner. The goal had been to divide the Sith Lord’s attention, and judging by the level of focus the Sith put into lowering the pillar to the ground, Connory had met that goal. An attack of some kind - telekinesis, lightning, something stranger - would probably follow.
In the meantime, Connory kept moving. Every moment the Sith spent preserving his pillar, the cavern remained uncollapsed. Connory pulsed his repulsor belt and leaped high above Rage’s Force-blast, moving away. The telekinetic wave’s edges sent him spinning against a rock wall and down into a bloody niche. The other Sith and the gunman had slaughtered cultists here, and were probably doing so nearby. Or had that flicker of motion higher up been one of them?
Out of easy sight for the moment, Connory eyed the collapsed main passage. A low-yield thermal detonator roared, then another. Two successive spherical cavities evaporated out of the rock, courtesy of the baradium charges. A choking, burning fog of vaporized stone rolled through the cavern. In the brief cover, Connory crouched and hustled down the field expedient tunnel.
14 November 2017 - 02:05 PM
In the end, he didn't find the Liberty's Veil because of dogged search or special insight. For all their years together, Mia had become an enigma to him, a black-box decision-making process, when she'd torched half his homeworld. Maybe even before. No, he found the cloaked ship's landing site by retuning his lifeform scanners to pick up everything, not just human-sized critters - and then beelining for the uniform blank spot. A cloaking device obscured a cross-section of the forest's life-web. In short order he'd decloaked the ship and gone inside.
The Veil was a retrofitted Mon Cal medical sloop, and the first comprehensive stealth ship in centuries. Every ship that used the holy trinity of stygium cloak, thrust trace dampers, and gravitic modulator was a derivative of a derivative of this boat right here. More importantly, he and Mia Monroe had called it home for many years.
And even more important than that was the navicomputer log.
She'd had a child recently, by all accounts, maybe aboard this ship. He threw in the automated medbay logs without viewing them, and pulsed them offworld with the navigational data. Right now, anything nearby would be detecting a complex old ship coming to life, transmitting something heavily encrypted, decloaking-
Well, let them come.
14 November 2017 - 10:55 AM
The access panel, once persuaded, gave Connory two things. The first was an overview of the docking logs for the past month, which he downloaded to a small drive in his bracer. The other prize, more immediately relevant, was access to the blast door system at an intimate level.
Doors slammed shut around the nearest Ta'jar Blood Gang members. A chain of three doors opened, venting them to vacuum. The outgoing air volume wasn't enough to suck them out of the station, but a glance through a blaster-scored viewport confirmed they were asphyxiating.
Connory sealed the access hatch and undid what he'd done. That left the pathway clear between here and the hangar.