Am I still Here?

[Herza Xaos]

Space. As always it was space. Herza had been stuck in this Cryo-freeze for goodness knows how long; but of course nobody was there to help him, nobody ever had been.
This part of space was usually deserted it wasn't a shortcut anywhere and it just generally got in peoples way so it seemed as if Herza would be stranded here forever. Of course Herza didn't know any of this, stuck in Cryo-freeze as always.

 

[K'sara]

~DEEP SPACE, TO ALDERAAN~

Looking around the cockpit of her ARC-170 starfighter, she seemed like she was bored. As a Mercenary, she was always on the move looking for tasks. She had been on her way to Alderaan, after hearing about the princess needing some muscle to add to her handmaiden detail. K'sara sighed as she dropped out of hyperspace, half way to the destination. Her astromech droid whistled and hooted at K'sara, signaling her that he found a faint life signature. "X3, take the ship to the signature. I want to see what the issue is myself."

The astromech hooted in compliance, and the pitch of the starfighter adjusted toward the Stormtrooper's direction. Within a minute, she was within range to 'see' the cryoblock that he was trapped in. Immediately, her hand struck out and she pulled the brick to her ship and flew with it to Alderaan. Who knows, maybe she could use this guy as a bargaining chip and have him thrown into the Guard detail.

[member="Herza Xaos"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

3 ships came out of hyperspace instantly without warning. 2 escorts around a carrier cruiser. More specifically, 2 Consular-Class (Retrofit) Cruisers escorting an Umbara-Class Carrier Cruiser. They were about to conduct an exercise, when the Commodore in charge of the Carrier group, Gradiach. Had a little blip come up on his scanner, it was something small and almost unnoticeable, but in the vastness of space it was in contrast. Gradiach had an idea,

"Ok men, for our first mock operation we are going to have that piece of junk-"

He was interupted by an ARC-170 picking up the piece, and a new idea rose in his mind.

"Have that ship tracked, we are getting that piece no matter what, it must be important."

The three ship's engines were put into flank speed. From the carrier cruiser 2 squadrons of Shell-Class fighters, in hot pursuit of the one fighter. They wouldn't open fire, yet.

[member="Herza Xaos"] @K'sara Korr

 

[K'sara]

K'sara used Force Sense and saw all of the snubs that tailed her. If they opened fire, she wouldn't kill them but they would be dead in space. Her face seemed unamused aside from the fact she looked asleep and it seemed like her astromech was piloting. The speed stayed relatively the same as to not seem like someone who had something to hide.

[member="William Kerkov"] [member="Herza Xaos"]

 

[Herza Xaos]

Still capable of thought Herza had given up all hope, he didn't think anybody was ever going to find him. He was stranded in dead space until a asteroid or something hit him.
Yet there was a small part of him that thought constantly "What If?" but little did he know that two people now wanted Herza's Cryo-freeze.

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The fighter [pilots encroached on the lone fighter, they were to receive orders on how to retrieve the cylinder. When the comm lights lit up, so did green leader. The 22 fighters were in attack formation, two wedges crossing over on each other. They were to hold their fire until their question was answered by the enemy ARC-170. It stated,

"Release your cargo immediately or you shall be fired upon at will. And you will be captured and imprisoned by the Open Circle Armada. You have 1 standard minute to surrender your cargo."

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Commander Gradiach was intrigued by the motivation of the fighter stealing the no confirmed metal cylinder. But soon he would have it and the pilot. Gradiach watching the fighter pilots decided it was time to send the pickup ship. Gradiach turned to his flight operations CO,

"Have our sentinel-class landing craft launched to pickup the cargo and the remains of the fighter. Have it equipped with 10 Open Circle Armada Marines, just in case of any resistance."

[member="Herza Xaos"] @K'sara Korr

 

[K'sara]

X3 let out an annoyed whistle, she nodded to signal she agreed. This was probably one of the most annoying things she's dealt with today. Eventually static poured around the ARC and once the charge had finished, a fast blast of the stasis field emitted. The blast would have been powerful enough to act as an EMP and short out the systems of the fighters tailing her, and with this she activated Energy Resistance to the front of her hull, and moved into what would be her moving toward the fleet, sending a message out to the small fleet. "This is Ex Sith Knight K'sara, the pilot of the ARC you proceeded to threaten. I am willing to speak with the man in charge of this expedition, IF it is agreed upon that I will be released. You seem to be very interested in this Cryo-block. What be the purpose of your transgression toward me? As for the men that are now in my burners, they will be fine. Just pick them up, and fix your snubs."

[member="William Kerkov"]

 

[William Kerkov Sr]

The operations officer began to freak out. When Gradiach say him he asked,

"What is the problem lieutenant?"

"Sir, we lost 20 fighters, all that's left his green leader and gold 11! Somehow the ARC shot off a EMP blast."

"What do we still have on the board?"

"Well, we have the two fighters and the sentinel-class landing craft which has the 10 marines."

"Are they in position?"

"No sir, but what about the fighters?"

"Have them escort the craft, and reply to this 'ex sith knight'. Keep her busy on the line."

"Yes sir."

[member="Knight K'sara"] [member="Herza Xaos"]

 

[K'sara]

"So you wish to ignore me? Very well, I suppose you don't care about your men's wellbeing."

She seemed annoyed and her ARC-170 opened its wings and she raced toward the right frigate, and down under its belly, then she raced her way into the hangar of the ship of the ones tailing her. Prior to landing she dropped the cryo-frozen body (still encased) on top of the cockpit of one of the fighters and landed her fighter. She then popped the canopy and jumped out of the cockpit with her lightsaber in hand. Lightning flashed around her form for a moment to startle any of the aircrew that was working.

"Tell your skipper that I am here to have a meeting with him, and that I have no issue taking lives while he takes his sweet time... He has ten minutes, before this room starts becoming covered in such poodoo pilots."

"Y-yes ma'am!!!!"
The pilot of the Landing Craft ran out to get the Admiral and relay her message.

[member="William Kerkov"]