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Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el | Braze Braze | Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen
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For decades Sularen had dodged him. Now, it seemed, the man was finally his. When Dracken had found out the Alliance had captured Admiral Marlon Sularen over Coruscant he called in every favor, every friend, every threat he could muster to get the man brought to Corellia for justice. How many letters home to families had Dracken signed because of this man? The Belter Riots, the Embassy Massacre, the Chiss Campaigns. Too many deaths were on that man's hands. All for what? Cowardice. Some vain sense of self righteousness? He stepped through the automatic doors aboard his flagship, the Kyprin Renegade and met a pair of Halcyon Commandos. They both nodded to him when he entered, and they pressed on through the airlock.

The Alliance-Jedi vessel was docked with Emerald Hammer platform 001. The 4 kilometer long station was truly one big gun, a defensive platform that served as part of Corellia's defense network. 001, unlike the other stations, was connected via space elevator to a military base off the coast of Coronet. It was central to their network and one of the main military transport hubs in the system.

The doors hissed open and Dracken was passed on to a pair of Darksaber troopers. His growing entourage passed through the throngs of Corellian Defense Force soldiers and marines, those that recognized saluting. There was confusion all around. Why were Halcyon and Darksabers here with the Diktat? Was that a Jedi ship docked in bay 12? Dracken looked on the big glowing numbers. Here they were. It was finally over.

 





After Admiral Marlon Sularen Marlon Sularen 's capture, Braze received immediate medical care from the skilled hands of Aether of the Iron Order. The virus, Abraxas Colt Abraxas Colt set uppon him, had torn through his body, leaving devastation in its wake.

Within a week, Braze's resilience began to surface. Though he had spent days in a semi-conscious daze, today he felt a flicker of strength return.

Draped in dark, simplistic Jedi robes, he moved with a sluggish motion. As he prepared to accompany his master Jasper Kai'el Jasper Kai'el for the transport of their high-profile prisoner, a sense of purpose washed over him. Despite the lingering weakness, Braze was present, and lucid. Today, Admiral Sularen would answer for his crimes.

The automatic doors hissed open before him, admitting him onto the platform where justice awaited Sularen.

 

Jasper felt a considerable weight on his chest when their shuttle docked with the Emerald Hammer. A part of him swelled with a sense of pride, perhaps a more unusual occurance for the more typically reserved Jedi, now a Master. Something about this was different, however. Perhaps even cathartic. Every child growing up in the Hyperspace War knew about Sularen. He was a national boogey man of sorts, the name of a traitor who fled from arrest and joined up with the most evil band of raiders the galaxy had ever seen. His technology was direct causation of the death of thousands if not millions of people in the war and beyond, and his actions had shackled more to slavery.

This had been a long time coming.

He spared a glance to Braze. Jasper was probably more proud of how his student had performed on their mission. Exposed to that nasty virus yet pulling through all the same. The trooper they had fought had been lost in the chaos, but he had held the line better than anyone else could have. If anyone else deserved to be recognized for this, his surrogate certainly did.


The automatic doors hissed open before him, admitting him onto the platform where justice awaited Sularen.

As the doors opened, no doubt the strangest thing of all stood before him. Diktat, admiral, general, vice chancellor... Dracken was a man who had worn a thousand hats it seemed, but more importantly was the kind of war hero that Jasper had grown up hearing about on the holonet. It all seemed so sudden. Hadn't he just been a boy not to long ago, dreaming of taking to the stars? Now he stood before the elder Pryce as a Jedi Master. When had he blinked and missed all the time that had passed?

The inner thoughts didn't show in his expression. Jasper, as always, remained formal, if not carrying the slightest bit of eagerness in his step. He gave Braze a ruffle of his hair and stepped forward to stand before the Diktat of Corellia, extending his organic hand.

"Jasper Kai'el," he greeted. "It's an honor to be here."

And there was no greater honor than seeing a terrible man like Sularen face the music.


 

Dracken took the Jedi's hand and clapped his other on the young man's shoulder.

"Its been too long since I entertained one of the Jedi Council," Dracken said with a grandfatherly smile, "Welcome to Corellia." How long had it been since any Jedi from the New Jedi Order had been to his world? He frowned at that. The Green Jedi maintained peace in the Corellian Outer Worlds and the security forces had a pretty solid handle on the Five Brothers and the Corellian Core, so he understood why there had been little New Jedi Order presence in his sector. It still felt wrong somehow.

"How is our guest doing?" Sularen. Dracken grimaced. "If it were entirely up to me I'd have him spaced right here and now. Unfortunately," he grunted, "We live in a more civilized age. I don't expect it to be long but the Corellian Council are seeking a true trial for the Admiral." He gestured for the two Jedi to follow. A squad of Corellian Shocktroopers had gathered at the airlock now too, rifles ready. One of the Halcyon commandos gestured and he and the squad of Shocktroopers moved to enter the Jedi vessel to aid in the escort of the prisoner while the second commando and Dracken's two Darksabers turned to follow their Diktat and his Jedi guests.
 


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As the Shocktroopers entered the Jedi Shuttle along with the Hayclon Commando, they proceeded to take their prisoner and escort him down the ramp of the Shuttle where the Diktat of Corellia and the Two Jedi were gathered. The prisoner in question was none other then Marlon Sularen, Warlord of the Empire, who had unfortunately found himself at the mercy of a pair of Jedi who had captured him during the Dark Empire's failed assault on Coruscant, even losing his cybernetic right arm in the process. As the Grand Admiral found himself walking down the ramp of the Jedi Shuttle in chains, he frowned upon seeing the Corellian Diktat his face clearly exposing his disdain for his old rival.

"Pryce." Sularen said, his voice filled with anger and hatred. "I should have known that the Jedi would have dragged me back here to face you." the Grand Admiral said, looking at the Corellian Diktat up and down. "Seems like you've aged poorly since the last time we met" he continued his mouth shifting from a frown to a smirk. "How long has it been since the Blockade? 20 Years? 30 Years?" the Grand Admiral asked, half taunting the Corellian Diktat with one of his most infamous crimes.

 




Braze perked up upon hearing the name Pryce. His snowy white brows furrowed as he looked from Sully to Pryce, realization dawning on him. "Oh... Master Pryce's... uh... grandfather? A pleasure to meet you, sir." Braze brought a fist to the flat of his hand and bowed deeply, his back straight and head lowered in a display of formal respect.

He glanced back at the prisoner in their custody, adding, "The men under his command were honorless cowards who fled with their tails between their legs, abandoning their leader. It's shameful to see such a lack of loyalty, but I suppose it's to be expected when their leader was a turncoat and a treasonous traitor. Betrayal breeds betrayal, after all. Your men were only following the example you set, Sularen."

Braze then turned back to Pryce, a sense of pride in his voice. "It is an honor to be of service in delivering this man to justice, sir. If I may be so bold, I would like to request that my master and I be permitted to visit The Saber. It would be a great learning experience and an incredible opportunity for us whislt we are here... Perhaps I may find solace there. "

Braze was markedly different, a serious look in his soft jade green eyes. It might have been a stunning moment for Jasper to see Braze so eloquently spoken and polite, even if his presumption about Gabriel Pryce Gabriel Pryce 's exact relation was incorrect.
 

"Seems like you've aged poorly since the last time we met" he continued his mouth shifting from a frown to a smirk. "How long has it been since the Blockade? 20 Years? 30 Years?"

Dracken quirked a bushy white brow and looked up at the tall man. Once a proud Corellian, Marlon had betrayed his people and murdered his kinsmen in cold blood. He held no sympathy for him.

"I've aged quite well, Sularen. Still spry enough to see you hanged." He wanted to say more, but more would have only angered him. "Only Gus Tralva waits for you. Take him away." The Halcyon shoved Sularen forward. With the eyesore gone he turned his attention back to the Jedi.

"It is an honor to be of service in delivering this man to justice, sir. If I may be so bold, I would like to request that my master and I be permitted to visit The Saber. It would be a great learning experience and an incredible opportunity for us whislt we are here... Perhaps I may find solace there. "

"Grandfather?" He laughed. "I'm that boy's father, Padawan." He smiled down and patted the padawan's shoulder. "You know my son do you now? Good. That's good. That's...Good." He smiled sadly, the thought of his son sending a twinge of pain to his heart. The light left his grey eyes, his smile turning to a tight frown. "The Saber as far as I know is open to the public. I don't know how long you two intend to stay but visit." He turned to leave but paused, turning to the two.

"For now though, I'll have our men refuel your ship from the journey. I know it isn't far from Coruscant but until then I'll give you a tour of our fine city."
 

"If it were entirely up to me I'd have him spaced right here and now. Unfortunately,"

"I sympathize with that," Jasper nodded. "But you know the drill for myself. Jedi aren't lawmen. That duty is left to the people."

He would have had no issue seeing Marlon in a bag himself, but he knew that ultimately it was for the people of Corellia to see him judged for themselves, punished by their customs. Jasper believed they had every right to see it done. Of course it wasn't long before the man of the hour emerged. Jasper wasn't much bothered by the small talk he felt suitable to make. This was a man on death's doors after all. He may as well have his last words of spite.


"Oh... Master Pryce's... uh... grandfather? A pleasure to meet you, sir."

Jasper couldn't help but grin at the interaction between the elder Pryce and Braze. Perhaps that spoke more to how well Gabriel had aged. It had certainly been some time since he had properly seen his peer. Braze, of course, took interest in seeing the Saber. It was no shock considering his ravenous need to learn as much as he possibly could. It was about then that Pryce offered to give them a tour of the city.

That Jasper was very much interested in.

"A tour?" he remarked. "I can't say I'm not interested. I've always had a... particular facination in the art of engineering. I don't think I could pass up seeing the home of the CEC."

He had used a YT frieghter for the longest time himself, and of course had a particular love of the VCX series. Jasper's love of starship design had lead him to designing fighters for the NJO as well. The Jedi would wear a professional expression as always, but a padawan version of him existed somewhere within.


 






"Grandfather?" He laughed. "I'm that boy's father, Padawan." He smiled down and patted the padawan's shoulder. "You know my son do you now? Good. That's good. That's...Good."
"Oh... I'm so sorry. And yes, I do. He's a great history teacher, though I'm embarassed to say that I'm a very poor student," Braze chirped softly.

"I think he's been pretty sad lately. I wish I knew what to say to help him feel better. I'll be sure to tell him how cool it was to meet his father in person. He's the reason I started my sabbatical project to research other Jedi temples and why I'm so interested in learning more about Corellia and the Green Jedi. I'm hoping to surprise him with the research paper I'm working on; Maybe it will cheer him up to see I've been inspiered by him to learn more about our history. I would like to make him proud at least once. "
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"For now though, I'll have our men refuel your ship from the journey. I know it isn't far from Coruscant but until then I'll give you a tour of our fine city."

He watched as Sully was taken away and listened to what Jasper had to say, nodding softly.

"That's very kind of you, sir. Thank you kindly for your hospitality; it's much appreciated," Braze responded gently. "I will try to keep up. I think a tour would be amazing. I will follow at your leisure and am at your disposal, sir." Braze added, feeling tired but excited. "I apologize if I seem a little out of it. I'm still kind of ...readjusting..."

 


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"The men under his command were honorless cowards who fled with their tails between their legs, abandoning their leader. It's shameful to see such a lack of loyalty, but I suppose it's to be expected when their leader was a turncoat and a treasonous traitor. Betrayal breeds betrayal, after all. Your men were only following the example you set, Sularen."

Sularen's grin disappeared as the little brat spoke, calling his men honorless cowards who had abandoned him despite the fact that it had been him who had given the order to fall back and then speaking of the Grand Admiral as if he had been there during the Byss Crisis, calling Sularen directly a turncoat and traitor. At that moment, Sularen sought to give the little child a response in order to educate him on what happened, but he was their prisoner and that child was a Jedi, so blinded by his convictions that the only perspective he'd acknowledge would be that of the Jedi and those who support them. They lacked the ability to be reasonable and understanding and as such there was no point to interacting with them. Trying to debate with the Jedi or even Pryce would be comparable to speaking to a wall.

Then, the so-called Diktat proceeded to speak.


"I've aged quite well, Sularen. Still spry enough to see you hanged. Only Gus Tralva waits for you. Take him away."

Sularen remained silent as Pryce mentioned that he would be hanged, which surprised the Grand Admiral. He expected a phony trial which would only serve to act as a display of Corellia's "Justice" rather then actually serve as a fair trial where he could defend himself. But then again it was nothing new, so many people thought themselves above the Grand Admiral threatening him with death and destruction and calling him all sorts of names. Pryce, Tarkin, Haskler, Ren, Drey. All individuals who had either threatened him or insulted him or even done both, and yet they still walked free away from Sularen's Hands of Judgement.

Nevertheless to Sularen as long as he breathed, it wasn't over for him regardless of the threats made by Pryce. He would soon escape from here and return to the Imperial Deep Core and from there he would do what he should have done a long time ago. He would eradicate all who had dare to stand against him, in the past, in the present and in the future. He would show the Galaxy that he was a figure to be respected and feared across the galaxy and the Core. Until then, he would simply sit in his cell and wait for his Imperial subordinates to take action to free him.


 

I would like to make him proud at least once. "

Dracken gave the boy a tight smile, the expression not reaching his eyes.

"I think he'd like that." Dracken said as they passed through another set of doors into a hangar. Waiting for them was a Corellian shuttle. A little rockhopper meant for travel within the system. It only had enough room for a few passengers to sit or stand in the cockpit, the rest of the ship dedicated to simply running. Essentially, it was a cockpit strapped to a set of wings, repulsors, and ion engines.

"It's not exactly luxury," Dracken said patting the old interstellar tug boat fondly. "Anyway, we've got a decent trip ahead of us if we're going to make it to the shipyard before lunch."

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The only tour Sularen was getting was that of a ray shielded cell aboard the Damocles-class start defender Shadow of Corellia. Painted in the black and orange of the Corellian Defense Force, it loomed next to the space elevator, its running lights pinpricks of light against its dark hull. The Halcyon commando peered through the viewport of the small transport as it made its way towards the spinal pathway that led to the vessel's main hangar.

"We won't be here for long," he said to Sularen. "Quick flight down to Gus Tralva. You ever been? I hear the ice storms are beautiful this time of year. Not that you'll be seeing them from the inside of a carbonite block."
 

"It's not exactly luxury,"

"It has character," Jasper noted as he examined the tug.

Make use of what you have. That was the highest skill to attain as an engineer. It was, if nothing else, a rather ingenious method of localized transportation. He couldn't poke fun at a craft designed with a clear purpose.

He took a standing position in the corner of the cockpit, perfectly fine to let Braze have priority for seating.


"Hey, bud, just let me know if you're feeling off, yeah?" he told him before turning Pryce. "So what's first on the docket?"

 




Braze followed along happily, settling in when given the opportunity. "I'm okay," he chirped, excitement evident in his voice at the prospect of a tour. Though his movements were a bit sluggish, his overall demeanor was calm and he seemed to be in good spirits. His eyes darted about with curiosity as he took in his surroundings, eager to explore more of Corellia.

Turning to Dracken Pryce, Braze asked lightly, "What's your favorite place on all of Corellia, Mr. Pryce?" His tone was both respectful and inquisitive, hoping to learn more about the places that held significance to the man.
 


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Sularen remained silent as he was brought into an space elevator which began descending headed towards a Damocles-Class Star Defender. The very sight of that putrid warship gave Sularen flashbacks of the standoff over Byss where a joint Corellian-Durosian Force had illegally attempted a blockade over his world later deposing him with Alliance support. Those ships had served as the tip of the spear for the Corellian-Durosian offensive and Sularen never forgot that. What was worse was that the Corellians justified their actions as pursuing him to "justice" over the whole Kolene Incident which again was another shitty disaster where Sularen was painted as the villain by Corellia.

As the Grand Admiral thought back to all these flashpoints, Byss, Kolene, Kuat he was interrupted by the Halcyon Commando who spoke to him in a somewhat condescending tone :


"We won't be here for long, quick flight down to Gus Tralva. You ever been? I hear the ice storms are beautiful this time of year. Not that you'll be seeing them from the inside of a carbonite block."

Sularen stared at the Commando before offering a response of his own, speaking in a cold and emotionless tone. "Let me guess, you lost someone you held so dearly didn't you." the Grand Admiral said, trying to understand the source of the Commando's contempt. "Was it at Byss, or Kolene? Or perhaps did they die during either the Hyperspace War or this one?" Sularen continued, half-taunting the Commando. Nevertheless, he wasn't afraid of Gus Tralva and whatever the Corellians had planned for him there, if he could endure threats from the Sith'ari and the Master of the Knights of Ren, then he could certainly shrug off whatever Corellia threw at him.

 

The shuttle was surprisingly quick when it wasn't full of fuel to transport or tugging a star destroyer behind it. It zipped through the stars, headed towards the cylindrical remains of Centerpoint Station. Dracken took it all in. It had been years since he'd been to the shipyards on a leisurely trip like this.

"My favorite place on Corellia?" His first thoughts drifted to a time before the Breaking, before the Sith Wars. Evenings at the planetside spaceports along the water's edge with his pa after a day of long work on the line. Then he thought of the swanky apartments that overlooked Coronet Bay he had when he'd been High Admiral of the Alliance, back when their capitol had been Corellia. The way the waters shone with the lights of the city, the strange migrating bioluminescent fish shining like neon stars.

"Maybe the Green Jedi Temple, out in the mountains," he said. It was quiet, scenic, and had a mythic air about it.

Their shuttle touched down in the hangar of the shipyards. An orange light erupted in the distance. Then another. His Darksabers bowed their heads as iff listening to something on their coms. They moved, but a moment too late. There was a dull boom, and the shuttle lurched and fell into the abyss.

"Let me guess, you lost someone you held so dearly didn't you." the Grand Admiral said, trying to understand the source of the Commando's contempt. "Was it at Byss, or Kolene? Or perhaps did they die during either the Hyperspace War or this one?"
The Commando cocked his head, the faceless ambiguous glare of his blood orange visor reflecting Sularen's smug face back at him.

"Wrong, bald man. I was on death row." Behind his helmet the man smiled wickedly. "You ever kill someone with your bare hands, Admiral?" He loomed over the prisoner, the two Shocktrooper guards cringing in the super soldier's shadow. "I'll tell ya, it-" The commando bowed his head then looked to Sularen.

"Sithspit." The shuttle rocked with an explosion as it flew through the Shadow's spinal pathway. Two escort fighters erupted into fireballs and careened into the side hangars, setting them ablaze with green coolant fire. Their shuttle spun violently through space, glanced off of a metal spar of the destroyer and pingponged back into another hangar. The soldier lunged for Sularen and slammed a helmet from the emergency stash on his head. There was a second explosion from the vessel's cracking against the hull. The vessel breached, venting the small cabin. The commando tried to grab onto Sularen, but he was torn from the ship along with the two shocktrooper guards.
 

"I've never gotten the chance to visit the Green Temple," Jasper noted. "But I did always want to train there at some point."

Their independence from the central body of the Order had always interested him as a kid. Perhaps it was because of his brief exile, exploring a world beyond the gaze of the Coruscant Temple. Not to mention their deep rooted ties in the security of Corellia. With lightsaber dueling being his primary focus in his youth, it was certainly a draw.

Perhaps there was still time to indulge.


"I-"

Explosion. Everything shook violently, with the shuttle lurching back and falling out of the hangar before they could properly engage their landing gear. The first thing Jasper did was buckle Braze up in his seat. With that out of the way, the Jedi moved his way towards the controls of the vessel. Typically, one didn't assume control of someone else's vessel, but this seemed to be an emergency scenario.

"I'm going to latch the tug's tractor beam onto the station," he explained as clearly as he could to the other pilots. "We can use the momentum to slingshot our trajectory in the direction of the planet. Can you stabilize the vessel as we approach atmosphere?"

It was the safest place to go. The shipyards could be compromised, and the space around them was certainly so. Especially with his son and the Diktat of Corellia present, their survival was of the highest importance.


"I need confirmation because we need to act fast."

With the tumbling, the tractor beam should line up. It was just a matter of being ready to act.

 




Braze was listening to the two adults talk about Corellia, daydreaming about the visit and possible locations they could explore. All that was washed away in a moment. Startled by the sudden change, Braze was still watching as Jasper buckled him in. It took his sluggish mind a little time to catch up to what was happening around them.

Even as his mind began to wake up a bit more, he still wasn't certain what was going on. Was it an effort to kill the prisoner before he could be taken to a cell? An attempt to extract him? A completely different terrorist attack, perhaps? It was hard to tell what was happening in that moment, but one thing was certain: they were in danger.

Braze reached for his parrying dagger and shifted, ready to release himself at a moment's notice. He tried to focus on what the adults around him were saying, his gaze flicking to each person present.

Braze nodded, his fingers tightening around the hilt of his dagger. He felt a surge of frustration at his own sluggishness, the lingering effects of the virus still weighing him down. His mind raced, trying to piece together the fragments of information. Was this an organized attack, or a desperate bid by the prisoner's allies? Theories spun in his head, but there was no time to dwell on them.

 


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After Sularen finished speaking, the Hayclon Commando walked up to him looming above him as he offered a response starring down on the captive Grand Admiral from behind his vizor

"Wrong, bald man. I was on death row., you ever kill someone with your bare hands, Admiral? I'll tell ya, it-"

As the Commando spoke, the shuttle rocked as a series of explosions rang out as the escorting starfighters suddenly blew up, crashing into the side hangar while the shuttle carrying the Grand Admiral begun spinning around violently bouncing off a part of the Corellian star defender and pingponging back towards another hangar. As chaos engulfed the shuttle, the Commando placed a helmet on Sularen's head with the Grand Admiral still held within the restraints inside the shuttle, shortly before another explosion occurred as the shuttle's hull was breached sucking out the commando and the two other Corellian soldiers out into Space.

While Sularen's restraint's kept him in place for a while it wasn't long before they too gave in and broke apart, leaving the captive Grand Admiral to get sucked into the vacuum of space just as the shuttle exploded for a third time behind him. As Sularen now drifted through space propelled even further away as the damaged shuttle erupted behind, he wondered if this was the end for him immediately recalling the statement made by one of the Imperial representatives during that Eriadu summit he had attended years ago, with that particular representative having warned that Sularen would end up as a floating corpse in space to be forgotten by the galaxy.

Even as those thoughts lingered in his mind, however the Grand Admiral remained resolute despite the fact that he was drifting away from the Corellian Star Defender. Fortunately the Grand Admiral would soon bump into the wreck of one of the destroyed escort fighters which he would proceed to hold on to as it drifted through space. Despite the immense cold of the vacuum of space, Sularen held on to the wreckage, determined to escape his current situation as he was unwilling to let his enemies get the last laugh today. Regardless of what happened today, this would not be the last page in the story of the Warlord of the Empire.


 
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Marcie and the Carrion Spat dropped out of hyperspace just as the explosions began, the old freighter's bay doors opening up wide for her and her crew to space walk out into the wreckage of the traitor's transport. When the information leaked that Sularen would be here, the higher ups of the Forgotten Sons wanted to wait to make a statement. That was the problem with the Old Guard. They were too focused on "statements" and "messaging". Not her. It had been over 60 years since The Belt had been formed. She hadn't even been born then, but she'd grown up in the Belt and seen how the Galaxy'd forgotten about them. How Corellia had forgotten about them. They left the Belt to monsters like Sularen. Well, no more. They would see. They would.

"Fan out," she said through her com. "The bastard can't be too far from the wreckage. Hurry up before we lose our chance!" She flipped her helmet's lifeform scanner on, her vision becoming a blur of greens, blues, and yellows.
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"Do it Jasper!" Dracken hissed through clenched teeth. The straps of his crashwebbing were pressing tight against his chest and shoulders. There was a beep in his breast pocket. His com stick was flashing. He struggled to reach it, the strain of the webbing against him and the ship's gravity sending his stomach up into his throat. When he finally reached it he flicked it on.

"We're a little busy-"

"The prisoner's transport has been destroyed! Halcyon Crytos is still active and searching...But,"

"Spit it out," Dracken spluttered.

"The Sons, they're in system sir! There's already holos of them claiming resbonsibility for the attack. There've been simultaneous strikes in Sectors 3 and 9 of the shipyard!" Dracken cursed.
 

"Do it Jasper!"

"Yes, sir!"

Jasper wasted no time throwing on the tractor beam, latching onto the bottom of the station as they began to spin away from it. The pull towards the larger mass combined with the rotation of the tug was just enough to swing the vessel in the direction of Corellia, as well as the momentum to do it with an increased speed. Notably, though, it was a little rough, with the face of the tug getting some debris from the explosion that had been on Sularen's transport before he had gotten the direction of the vessel swung back towards the planet. A little shaking seemed to be the extent of it.

"We're moving into the planet's gravitational pull proper," Jasper stated. "Won't be long before we hit atmosphere. Force willing we don't wind up under direct fire along the way. Everyone holding up alright?"

He didn't glance back, but his attention shifted to the elder Pryce.

"What are the Sons?" he asked. "Can't say I'm well versed in terrorist organizations."


 

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