A New Dawn

[Vrak Nashar]

Naboo
[member="Irid"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Savan"]

Time.

Time seemed to standstill in a place like this. He had no idea how long he had been hanging here, no idea how long they had kept him within this place. The walls had long ago bled into nothingness. His arms and legs ached, once toned muscles had wasted away to nothing. He was constantly tired, worn, but his determination was not broken. Sheer rage had driven him forward. Anger and a lust for revenge that could not be described.

It had taken him weeks...perhaps moths, he had lost his ability to count the days long ago. His lips thinned slightly as he rolled his neck one final time, feeling the needle slip from his skin. A pulse ran through his body hours later as the drugs finally left his system.

Vrak's heart began to beat a little faster, his fingers seemed to curl, and in that moment everything changed.

A deep breath filled his lungs, one of relief and resurgent power. For the first time in sixth and a half months he felt the force flow throw him, power trickling into his veins once more. The Sith took in as much as he could at first, a flare of power that rushed through him. The divine ecstasy of it caused him to shake for a moment, goosebumps rolling over his skin as he seized the power that had been missing for so long. His lips curled into a smile, a small twitch of happiness. His fingers slowly unfurled from their balled fists. His eyes slowly wandering towards the camera in the corner of the room.

He could feel them now.

The Guards, the warden, even the other prisoners.

Their minds brushed against his, their thoughts as open as a book in a library. He smiled slightly, another breath filling his lungs as though it were the first that he had taken in months. This was it.

This was his chance.

Now he just had to escape.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

A number of months had passed since Vrak's incarceration within the depths of the Nabooian SuperMax Prison. Deep beneath the surface of the planet, built off of a massive reef, a massive central guard tower branched off into several arms, each wing detaining an individual deemed too dangerous for release. These prisoners included terrorists, serial killers, and dangerous Force wielders captured on the sovereign planet of Naboo.

Vrak Nashar. The man accused of murdering two Galactic Alliance troops on Prakith, as well as setting off a deadly explosive device in the heart of Theed, and abducting and torturing both a Jedi Padawan and Nabooian royal delegate, found himself imprisoned there. After the bounty hunter [member="Maleagant"] had taken on the bounty posted by Jamie herself, and delivered the man to her shortly thereafter.

At last, he was where he belonged.

On occasion she would visit the Sith, though their conversations had become more and more brief as time passed. The man refused to answer her questions. As such there seemed to be little reason for prolonged visitation any more. The man was hardly a threat now. Security was tight. The prison itself was well guarded and difficult to find, not that anyone cared about the deviants dwelling within. They were lost to time, to spend an eternity in darkness.

"Lady Pyne?" A man called from the large ornate double doors to her office that had been pushed open a second before. "Yes?" A blonde head poked out from behind the large desk littered with an untold number of books and such. "You have a visitor." -- Before Jamie had an opportunity to even inquire as to who that visitor might be, a short, brown haired and bronze skinned girl rushed into the room, ducking beneath and beside the guard addressing Jamie. Despite the man's best attempts at preventing her from doing so, she managed to slip passed.

"Mariya?" The blonde stood, leaning forward to observe her half-sister. "What are you doing here?" Jamie knew well that the girl should have been at her studies. So why would she be in at the palace, in her office? "Does your mother know you are here?" Her eyes squinted, as if trying to pry the answer from her younger sibling's eyes without needing to wait for an answer.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Savan"]

 

[Mariya Pyne]

The silly man had told her to wait in the guest area down the hall. Like that was going to stop her! Who did he think he was!? This was her sister! Not some off world alien trying to break in and steal all of the credits in the royal vault! Stupid! Mariya stood up defiantly from the seat she was ordered to wait in while the man fetched Jamie. Her eyes followed the armor-clad man down the hall, her head peeking out to watch. The moment he knocked on the door and heard him speak her sibling's name she made a dash for it.

Short legs carried small feet down the hall, racing for the office her sister was in. A quick turn and a wiggle between the big man's body and she bounced inside. The groan and half hearted attempt to stop her was entirely ignored, save for a quick little giggle. Her face beamed with a childish smile as she looked at Jamie.

"Hi!" She shouted back, a slight waive of her hand. "Sorta!" the girl admitted, "I don't like civics class! I don't want to end up like you afterall!" Despite Jamie's harsh glare the girl kept right on. "So I ditched and came to find you!" Glossing over the question about her mother having knowledge she stood in the center of the room beneath the large skylight, hands in front of her clasped together as she swayed side to side as if she were as innocent as a newborn.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Irid"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Neesa"] [member="Savan"] [member="Vrak Nashar"]

Apparently, the healer's reputation had preceded itself. The Royal council on Nanoo had hired her as an independent contractor to perform the prisoner wellness checks upon entry into their system. Perhaps it wasn't just her skill as a healer that got her the job but her discretion. Stars knows she had to sign enough confidentiality paperwork before she was even told what the job entailed.

Something about being assassinated if she spoke to anyone about the prison's location.

Just so happened, the Mirialan knew of the woman running the operation, Jamie Pyne, though not personally. Taheera also knew one of their recently added terrorists, Vrak Nashar. Looked like the healer hadn't been his only victim. At least the pure blood was finally where he belonged. Too bad it wasn't in a place hanging over volcanic magma.

Ah well.

Having just landed, she was on her way back to the prison. She'd visited Vrak a few months ago. This time she wasn't here for him, she was here for a new prisoner. Something about a Zabrak.

 

[Neesa]

Neesa's progress has been much slower than anticipated. The world was so clean and civilised. Not enough of the usual troublemakers and infobrokers. There was that quiet and reserved one who seemed to find her more amusing than anything else. At a cost he'd put her in touch with the right criminals. At their last meeting he'd wished her luck and left her a pair of bracers.. A quick investigation revealed they'd been created by a far more powerful alchemist than her. Any attempts over the last few weeks to get back in touch had proved fruitless. She was left with the distinct impression that he could have sprung Vrak free if he'd wanted, but found it far more amusing to watch Neesa try.

She knew where the prison was and that Vrak was in the isolation wing. The criminals she'd found had contacts in the main wings and could smuggle items in and out - for a price - but getting a message out if that wing was impossible. The sith was apparently bound and prevented from interacting with his guards. The best she had managed was a symbol faintly etched on a pouch of nutrition he was apparently being fed through an IV line into his chest. The same as was engraved on the side of her blades.

So far she'd managed a possibility that he knew she was in the area. Hardly a success story. She'd turned her attention to watching his visitors, digging into Jamie Pyne. A noble. Born into wealth and luxury. Neesa despised her already. But the Nagai was no fool. She'd watches the holos of her making defiant statements. There was a hardness to the girl. She now had a list of guards and personnel working at the facility. All she needed to do was keeping pulling at threads until she found a weakness. The staff were heavily vetted, so Neesa had to dig harder than the authorities already were. That, or make something compromising happen and then use it. Everyone had a weakness.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Neesa"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]

His touch was soft, subtle, a thing that would have gone unnoticed even by most Jedi. The force reached out from him, a steady and calm flow instead of the usual raging torrent. He breathed slowly, his chest rising and falling as he stretched his thoughts towards the guard standing within the center of the prison.

The man was half asleep, sitting quietly at his console.

A smirk fell over Vrak's lips as his mind caressed the Guard's, a quick grasp quickly forming around his thoughts. The Pureblood twisted, and then pressed himself into dominion over the simpleton. For a second the guard seized in his chair. Every muscle in his body grew taught, his eyes bulged slightly, pain lanced through him and he took a deep breath. Oxygen rushed into him, and then suddenly his eyes glazed over. A frown settled on his lips. Good.

Vrak thought with a smile.

His will pressed the man forward.

The Guard slowly rose from his place on the control console, wandering towards the prisoner release. He stood there for a moment, his fingers twitching as they found the key for Vrak's cell. Slowly the device was slipped into place, a code entered. There was a slight buzzing sound as the airlock which normally kept water in place to flood the chamber instantly was quickly cleared. The Pureblood smiled slightly, and then prepared himself.

A key was turned, and the restraints that had held him into place for so long suddenly dropped away. With a heavy thud Vrak fell to the ground, the heavy metal of his bonds falling away, his emaciated body standing as the hatch towards the center of the prison fell upon.

The guard stood opposite him, his eyes dead, waiting. Slowly Vrak moved towards the tunnel, eyes darting all around as he half expected water to flood in at any moment. When none came and he stepped into the control tower he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, his gaze wandering over the consoles until he looked towards the guard. "Communications console."

He needed to get a message out.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

Jamie knelt down towards Mariya. In a way the girl was a lot more like her than she would have liked to admit. In some ways they were almost identical. It was a wonder they were only half sisters. This was the very sort of thing she herself used to do from time to time, whenever she felt a study was boring. Skip out, find something better to do elsewhere, such as exploring or visiting the markets in Theed, or watch the starships take off and land at the starport.

"Your mother will be very upset to find you here, and not just with you, but me as well, little lady."

She didn't like playing the role of the adult, scolding the girl like this. She had been in Mariya's shoes not long ago and knew how it felt. She knew the girl was only trying to be a kid. She deserved as much, didn't she? That was Jamie's biggest complaint growing up, that she couldn't just be a kid. Her life was always on this constantly rotating schedule, a never ending roller coaster.

A sigh passed through her lips as she shooed away the guard by the door. "Classes are important. Promise me you won't miss any more this month and I will take you on an adventure."

The flak she would catch for this would likely come about in short order.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]

 

[Irid]

Lord Nashar was gone.

The Sith Pureblood had been missing for a concerning length of time and without her Master's presence, Athiss was no longer a safe place for her. Humans had no place upon that world, this was thankfully a detail that the girl was very accustomed to and thus didn't have any strong feelings on the matter.

It did however limit their accommodation.

They remained upon his ship, ever-searching for a single trace of him before his disappearance. So far they had garnered no such luck. The crew was light and mostly comprised of a mixed platter of servants, some human, some twi'lek and some massassi. Irid held little interaction with any of them, only ever conversing with Ryal, another pureblood who seemed to be responsible for the majority of Lord Nashar's affairs.

Although at present, finding Lord Nashar was really the only pressing affair.

It had struck a certain breed concern within Irid that he had disappeared, a concern that the young woman realised was fairly selfish. It was not the unknown state of his well-being that gave the former-slave the most of her troubles, but rather the chance that his disappearance ended her own journey. She had a goal now, a want, a lust even for all those things promised under the name of true freedom and without Lord Nashar, it all seemed in doubt.

Despite lacking true confidence in her abilities in the Force, Irid had taken to her meditations, attempting to search through the void for a single shred of the man's presence. One would have thought that he might have left enough of a footprint across the stars to be sensed, but it had remained an exercise in futility to this point.

Hope waned, but was not lost. As long as she still breathed she would search for him, and for her sake more than his own. The hiss of the cabin door broke her concentration, causing eyes to flutter open and upwards at the disturbance, a small sheen of sweat lurking upon her brow.

“Lady Irid. We have received a missive from Lord Nashar.”

She didn't respond in words, although relief immediately washed over the girl's features knowing that her future wasn't at an end already. Ryal, having spent an immense amount of time with her, knew better than to wait for Acolyte to respond in kind and thus continued.

“He has been held on Naboo these previous months.”

Held was not a term that denoted kind circumstance. Brow furrowed, but even with little detail on the why and the who it did not deter them.

“We must find him.”

Ryal nodded, of course she did. She was loyal, they both were, even if their reasoning for such was so vastly different.

“We have already changed course, Lady Irid.”

---

[member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]

 

[Mariya Pyne]

For all Jamie knew, the only words Mariya heard were promise me and go on an adventure. Her small head bobbed quickly, brown hair shaking all over. "Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Come on! Let's go!" Her shouts of glee would make the older sibling smile, even if she knew this was a bad idea, enabling Mariya like this. The fact of the matter was that Jamie had been the same way, and had wished she had someone to get into mischief with as a kid as well. Perhaps this was her way of living vicariously through the tiny bronze skinned brunette.

"Let's go, let's go!" She beckoned, tuggin on Jamie's arm towards the doors that led out into the main corridor of the palace.

Where they went didn't particularly matter to the child, so long as it wasn't either home or school.

Just about anywhere else would be fantastic.

 

[Neesa]

Something was coming. She could feel the faint ripples through the Force.

Neesa wasn't a precise reader of the Force. It could have meant that an invasion force was about to arrive over Naboo, or perhaps Vrak was about to be executed. Regardless of the cause, it convinced her to expedite her plans.

This settlement was warm, humid and murky. Mists rolled in from the estuary and filled the small town. It was essentially a trade post between gungans and humans. A repulsors train led back to civilisation, whilst the gungans took their underwater craft down to settlements below.

Or where guards took a ship out into the open sea to the prison.

Neesa walked through the town towards a small cafe where she could eat and watch. Most seemed to nurse cups of caf through mid morning so she did likewise. Despite the fact that she found the stuff foul and bitter. This morning she angled herself towards a guard. She'd watched this one closely before. For a time she'd throught he was her way in. But he had been visiting his sister to look after her sick child, not a mistress.

Pulling her travelling cloak tight about her she angled her walk to brushed against him. A small thing left her hand and dropped into his bags as they passed.

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Neesa"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]

He let out a deep breath, his fingers curling slightly as he pulled away from the console.

It was done.

The message had been sent, Ryal would know, Irid would know and they would summon the others. A small smile touched his lips as she slowly turned away from the console, his eyes darting over towards the guard who seemed to be standing there like a fool. His mind had been broken almost completely, his thoughts replaced with little more than a bit of drooling. Vrak looked at the man with no little amount of disgust, his fingers slowly curling as he tried to return some of the feeling to them.

"To me." He told the guard.

The man stared at him for a few seconds and then slowly wandered towards Vrak. The Pureblood grasped the mans blaster pistol, pulling it from his belt and placing it on his skull. He frowned for a second more and then pulled the trigger. A second before he killed the man the guard's eyes seemed to grow in panicked shock, though the quick step back he tried to take wasn't quite fast enough. With a heavy thud the guard fell to the floor.

The clock had now begun.

More Guards would come, from within the facility itself and from the outside, he had to ready himself for them.

At least until the others arrived.

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"Alright, calm down. We're going." The girl was a ball of energy, but Jamie knew just the thing to sate her hunger for excitement.

The two wandered quickly past the front offices and lobby, the blonde waiving towards the woman there as they exited through the main doors of the palace. Down the steps and towards the main speeder route. Within minutes one arrived, ready to take them wherever it was Jamie had planned for the two. She hadn't been out in the ocean for several months due to her own obligations, and Mariya had said she rarely ever got to go out on the water since her non-biological father's passing.

This seemed to be a good opportunity to seize.

"Harbor please." She looked at Mariya who seemed to be beaming with excitement. The driver gave a quick nod and began to take them on their way. "Remember, we're not missing any more classes after this. And we're most definitely not telling our parents. Understand?"

Jamie got into enough trouble on her own. She certainly didn't need her sister spilling the beans to anyone and getting her into any more trouble.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Neesa"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Vrak Nashar"] [member="Irid"]

"Don't like boats much?" The captain of the vessel that would take the Mirialan out into the waters and then drop deep down smiled at her in the viewport reflection. He was much chattier than the last guard she rode with on this same trip a few months ago. Of course, he didn't have to deal with the prisoners. He was just the pilot.

She grimaced.

"Boats, ships, they're not my favorite," she admitted slowly, thoughts wandering briefly to Val and his own lack of piloting skills.

"We've got fair weather and half the trip's underwater. Shouldn't be too bad today," again, that cheery smile.

"Let's hope so," teeth grit as they set off from the docks. Eyes closed for a moment as there was a whisper of something in the force. Whatever it was, it was a little too elusive for her to pin down. If only she knew the guard next to her was carrying a spying device.

 

[Neesa]

Neesa had a small work case against her knee. She had a datapad propped up on the table before her with a rolled out keyboard. Her hair was tied neatly back behind her head and she was wearing a smart suit. There was a cup of caf untouched on the table beside her.

She had these things because other people had these things. She'd made friends with some of the people who worked in the cafe, but had moved between different establishments to avoid suspicion. This one afforded a good view of the guard post so she had returned here today. The Force was moving in interesting ways. She would have attempted to pry further, but her micro-droid had spotted the green-skinned woman who had visited several times. She was a Jedi of sorts apparently.

Patience was one of the traits Neesa brought to their faction from Athiss. She would take as long as was required to complete a task. She knew that guard post contained between eight and twenty two well trained guards at any given time. They had three armed skiffs that she assumed were for searching the surface of the water in the event of an incident. Neesa knew every one of their names, where they lived and what they liked to do in their off hours.

 

[Mariya Pyne]

"Yes! Understood! Gotcha!" She nodded like a maniac, climbing into the speeder and got situated while it sped them off to the harbor.

Her hands pressed against the window as she watched the passing city fade away to the countryside, headed out towards the smaller settlement on the far outskirts of Theed. There they would board a small underwater craft for a bit of exploration beneath the oceans of Naboo. Like Jamie, Mariya had an itch for exploring, always wanting to see new and exciting things. It was one of the traits they had in common.

The other, it seemed, was Jamie's lightsaber. The tiny brunette leaned over, looking at the funny metal cylinder hanging from Jamie's side, and poked at it.

"What's that thing do, anyways? You always carry it around with you."

 

[Vrak Nashar]

[member="Neesa"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Jamie Pyne"]

Another two guards laid before him, both dead. They were sprawled on the floor, one half laying in the now open armory and the other slumped against the wall besides it. Vrak scowled at the corpses, fury pulling through him as he dug through crate after crate. He searched with a wild fury, finding several cases of contraband but not the thing he was looking for. His hands tightened into fists, his lips thinning as his gaze fell towards the last crate within the room.

He wandered over to it and released the latch, kicking open the box to reveal a bundle of blackened robes.

The Pureblood frowned for a moment, leaning down to dig through the box. His lips thinned, then a snarl formed upon them. "That queen must have taken it."

His lightsaber. The weapon wasn't sentimental in any way, he didn't care if it was at the bottom of the sea or used as a toothpick, but he'd needed it. His body was almost at it's edge, and if he was going to escape there was going to be more fighting. Vrak simply didn't have the strength to fight a dozen more guards without his lightsaber, not on his own. His lips thinned again and slowly he wound his way back towards the control room.

He would have to release the other prisoners.

His fingers slowly latched over the control ports, his hand slowly slipped the control key in place, and then quickly Vrak began to press button after button. One by one the prisoners would be freed, and one by one they would make his way towards the control point. He frowned slightly, then turned towards the center of the room. He slowly lowered himself to the floor eyes closing. The force rushed through him with dual purpose. The first, to sense the approaching men.

The second? Irid!

His call would pull through the void, a single, powerful spike that would drive into the mind of his apprentice.

 

[Neesa]

It seemed that it would be another day before Neesa actually let some more caf pass her lips, to try and get used to the vile, bitter stuff. Three men ran full pelt towards the guardhouse and a moment later a landspeeder turned up with two more. Neesa very calmly pulled a few credit chits from her purse as a tip and made her way out of the café.

There was always a fog lingering in the air. Cold and clammy against her cheeks. She didn’t approach the guardhouse directly, but angled towards the main road that ran behind it. There was a four metre high fence around the perimeter that encircled it from shore to shore. That wouldn’t be a problem for her.

---

“Come on Lora! This isn’t a damn drill, we’ve got an escapee from the isolation wing!” the squad leader shouted. He had a distinguished career with the Royal Security Forces before joining the Royal Prison Services as an elite guard. It was quite an easy job really, outside of training exercises. They spent most of their time up here playing cards, or doing second jobs to fill the hours. But there had always been that chance that one of the truly dangerous ones would escape and they would be called upon to put their skills to the test.

Lora threw down the equipment bags and Garn gave her a curt nod. He pushed the repulsor cart out of the guardhouse towards the waiting vessel, Lora walking beside him. The bags contained their carbines which had both lethal and stun modes.

“We’re authorised to use lethal force if necessary,” he told his second in command.

“Understood,” Lora replied, her voice muffled by the full face mask.

Inside the submarine were fourteen more guards. All kitted out in their riot armour and full helmets. In a pinch they could survive a breach of the prison walls and make it back to the surface. The cart locked into place in the centre of the passenger bay and Lora slammed the door closed behind her.

“Double lock!” Garn shouted testily. They had done this drill as hundred times, there was no need to be sloppy now. Lora stood still for a moment, before pulling the secondary lever to ensure hull seal.

With a lurch the submarine set off. There was no pilot, it would follow its course down to the docking bay on the submerged structure. The guards started to open the bags and arm themselves. Quicker to get the gear loaded up and finish kitting out on the way down. It saved them a precious two minutes of response time.

“Lora, what are these?” came a call from the far end. Simon had unzipped a bag and started passing out power packs. But now he held up what appeared to be a sheathed sword.

Lora sighed heavily and held up one clenched fist. As it opened every guard was thrown back and pinned to the walls.

---

With a hiss the doors slid open and to the transport which had been slowly pressurised to match the inside of the facility. Neesa stepped out into the prison, her guard’s riot uniform soaked in blood. It wouldn’t be a pleasant transport to take Vrak back up on, she reflected. Then events hadn’t unfolded quite according to plan. Now she would have to make her way through the nearest guards to reach to isolation wing.

 

[Taheera Sollo]

[member="Irid"] [member="Jamie Pyne"] [member="Neesa"] [member="Vrak Nashar"]

The ship turned sub docked with a pressurized hiss. Red lights flashed within the bridge. That cheery smile was wiped off the pilot's face.

"We've got a situation," the pilot said, going through a flurry of switches. "Prisoner escape in progress."

The Mirialan leaned forward as the doors unlocked with a hiss. They'd docked near the isolation chambers. A direct route for medical. "Who?"

"Prisoner 8675309. Vrak Nashar."

Harness was unbuckled. She moved toward the door, face grim with teeth set. "Alert Jamie Pyne. Seal the doors when I leave and go."

The pilot stared after her. "Of course. It's all protocol. I couldn't stay for you even if I wanted to." Of course he couldn't. He didn't say it out loud but she knew what the risk was. There was a chance they'd flood the entire facility and she'd be a necessary casualty.

The Jedi offered him a nod and exited the ship onto the facility. Before she could even turn around, the sub's doors began to seal.
She could already hear shouts and screams. A door opened next to her as a chiss in prisoner garb launched out.

"Feth."

 

[Jamie Pyne]

"It's to protect us, always." The blonde said, draping her arm around the tween's shoulder and giving her a small hug. There was no need to go into great detail over what its' purpose was. All Mariya needed to know was that it was there in case of emergencies. The two arrived at the harbor some minutes later. Mariya hopped out of the speeder with a gentle thump, Jamie following just behind, warm smile from cheek to cheek. Seeing Mariya excited made the older girl swell with glee. The fact that she hadn't immediately hated Jamie when everything came to surface was a miracle in itself. That they were able to get closer over the months was just that much better for her.

Before they reached the personal sub that she had intended for them to take a small beeping began to sound from her wrist. Jamie paused as she began to listen to the voice speak. The smile instantly vanished from her face. In fact, the color did as well, leaving her a ghastly white. White than the pale she already was. Her fists balled into small pockets of rage hearing the words.

Jamie grabbed Mariya by the wrist, tightly holding her. "Alert the spaceport. Halt any inbound and outbound ships. Any unidentified vessels that do not respond or clear scans, shoot them down. Launch patrols over the surface of the prison. I want a state of emergency called for the city. Alert the king and secure the palace. Get me through to someone inside the prison now." Some words of acknowledgement came as Jamie turned back to Mariya.

"I'm sorry sweetie, I need you to go back home right now. Tell the man in the speeder that there has been an emergency and to take you home. I promise I will make it up to you. But you need to go right now."

The blonde motioned to the driver before rushing off towards the bongo, now intent on taking it elsewhere instead. There was no way he was escaping again.

[member="Vrak Nashar"] | [member="Irid"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"]

 

[Irid]

Truth be told this wasn't a scenario that the girl was accustomed to, although that statement rang true for the majority of situations that she had been thrust into under the tutelage of Lord Nashar. Given that she hadn't been killed or tossed aside yet was a positive note that she could at the very least survive what was thrown at her.

Although on this occasion her Master was absent. He hadn't been much for a hands-on guiding force in her training, preferring to throw her in head-first and see if she could survive but at the very least, he had still been there.

The only factor that she could anticipate was violence. If he was being held prisoner then there would be those determined to keep it that way. It was entirely possible that she would have to face these people, even if the former-slave was still nervous in the area of combat. Her distinct lack of confidence wasn't much of a force in the face of her determination.

Out of nowhere his call came, suddenly piercing through Irid's psyche like a sharp nail driven in with a hammer. She flinched, even though his communication through the Force was a relief.

She tried in vain to respond in kind, however it was an exercise of futility. Even if his telepathy helped map his existence, she lacked the focused training in that area to respond in kind.

We're coming, she thought to herself, as if her own mental note might have reached him down there.

However, first they would have to reach him, and that task was left firmly in the hands of the ship and its crew. After all, what did a barely educated woman who had only stepped upon her first ship just months prior have to offer in this time? All that she could do was prepare herself for their hopeful arrival upon Naboo.

The stealth ship dropped into orbit.

---

[member="Jamie Pyne"] | [member="Taheera Sollo"] | [member="Neesa"] | [member="Vrak Nashar"]