Faction Angel of a Different Mind

[Willow & Ivy]

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Willow and Ivy's eyes snapped open in unison. The two had been meditating under their favourite tree in the atrium of Damascus Station, following the different webs of the Force too see where and who they'd lead to. It was during such a meditation before in which the twins had encountered the likes of Kyrel Ren whom was both a powerful ally and capable enemy if he so chose.

Towards his direction within Maw territory they came across something new....an Angel was calling in distress, only this Angel was different than others that they had encountered. This Angel was enteched in a different way which intrigued the pair, yet they also worried for his safety.

The twins got to their feet and left the sanctuary of their tree to their quarters where they grabbed their communication device and hailed Grand Shepherd Burtch . He was like family to them and always at the top of their list when it came to telling of their discoveries.

~Burtch, we have found something! We need your help.~

~Actually he needs your help. It's an Angel, but a different kind.~

~You'll see when you find him. He's in Maw territory, but on the edge. We can go with you. We have free passage.~

~Oh yes! We've been marked! It'll be safe!~

~The Angel's let out a distress signal. It's faint, but we'll find it.~

~Can we go now? Please?~

Ira Sarrin

Kalic Daws

 

[Ira Sarrin]

Ira had lost count of the years he'd been trapped in this facility of old, floating forlornly in the now rancid bacta tank. He only came online roughly once a year for a month to send a message into the void however in doing so was a huge drain on the ancient power supply of the lab, his modifications where not built to interface with the facility for a good reason.

Ira hoped like he did every time he sent a message that help would come but in the end he knew this would be the last message he would send before everything would begin shutting down for the last time

 

[Grand Shepherd Burtch]

Burtch simply not resist the twins. They always seemed to trigger something of a paternal instinct within him, and he seemed to value that more than he was prepared to manage. His whole life had been spent under his brother’s shadow, and he had been practically invisible to his own people while growing up. But now, he had people that seemed to… see him, as more than an asset, an admiral, or a Chiss. So, when they asked him to help this “Angel” in Maw territory, and to come along, well, he couldn’t say no. He should have said no. This was simply too dangerous for them. But he couldn’t.

And naturally, they had to be on the bridge…

Burtch’s old steward droid, Laxxy, brought a tray of coffee at his request, enough for his senior officers, and enough for him and the twins. It seemed to be their thing now, sharing coffee. Burtch was always up for that. Perhaps he would take them to the Bantha Burger restaurant on the ship later when they were hungry…

The lights of hyperspace travel strobed as the soared towards the source of the distress signal. He was certain that they were close to their destination.

He keyed his ship’s internal comm and brought up Kalic Daws and Bishop Turner ’s channels in a joint call, “Mr. Daws, Bishop. I’m glad that you two have agreed to join us for this mission. I’ll be having the two of you provide escort for Daro Roz’yrn in a dropship until he reaches the station. Since the three of you have experience with your angels, the three of you will be ideal for putting this person at ease while we figure out how to bring them onto the Lady Shii-Cho. Therefore, you will disembark with Daro onto the station and meet the source of this signal.”

He shut off the comms and turned towards Willow & Ivy ”do you think that Kalic Daws is ready for this? He’s pretty new to his Angel.”

 

[Willow & Ivy]

Willow and Ivy always loved being on the bridge. They could see a lot and experience how the Lady Shii-Cho functioned. And they knew that she liked having them on board as well. There was almost a giddiness feeling whenever they stepped on the bridge and they knew that she was eager to show off.

Ivy nodded quickly to Grand Shepherd Burtch 's question. "Oh yes, he's ready."

"He knows the Starcrest well and has much experience in combat."

"He only needs to get used to her voice, just as you do with the Lady Shii-Cho."

The twins knew that Burtch was having trouble with his bonding. But it was moreso a mental block than that of a technical one. The guilt of Keeper Treyfa sacrificing herself weighed too heavily upon him. Yet he needed to accept it and let her body go as they had in order for him to hear her properly.

"This rescue mission will go well."

Bishop Turner was with Ironheart in one of the hangers. The old pilot practically slept there. There was no one closer to their Angel than he was and only he knew the answer as to why. His personal life wasn't something that he divulged to others, even when asked. But the Prophets knew. And he was quite certain that they hadn't spread the word. He didn't want anyone to treat both him and Ironheart any differently than they did now.

Burtch's message came loud and clear. He quickly gave his response, flicking on his comms. "Understood Grand Shepherd. Have Holy Knight Daro Roz’yrn meet me in the hanger. Bishop out." He then placed his hand on Ironheart's hull, stroking her with his thumb. "Looks like we've got another mission."

~Understood, Bishop. All systems are ready.~

Ira Sarrin Kalic Daws

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic was running a quick gear check as he looked into the check storage bay of Starcrest. Mostly just to be sure everything was there. Usually pilot stuff, especially for an Out Rim spacer. He'd pat the hull a bit, hearing the comm as he looked up. First mission since the ritual. The first one linked to Starcrest. He looked back with a bit of a smile.

"Sounds like our first mission."

"We're ready." Were the words that came into his mind. He smiled a bit.

"I know. Jee! double check the storage for me before take off, then get in your slot." The droid give a few whistles before floating over, and Kalic would tap his comms. "This is Daws. We'll be ready. Was actually running some quick checks."

Willow & Ivy Grand Shepherd Burtch Ira Sarrin

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

Spoiler: Daro’s gear

• Holy Communion Neural Implant
  • Set to level 5, bonded to the Nephilim Marine Armour
• Nomadic Under-Uniform Skinsuit
• Nephilim Marine Armour
  • Spinal hard-point:
    • Nomad Marine Jetpack
      • LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle magnetic "holster" on jetpack's hard-point
      • Computerized Interface Scope added to Rifle
  • Thigh hard-points:
    • SV-5 "Phanes" class survival kit
    • A custom-made double holster for holding Haon Hafey’s Twin Heavy Mandalorian Blasters (acquired here)
      • Computerized Interface Scopes are added
      • Mk XIII Smartgunner Chips have been re-keyed to Daro’s space armour AI.
  • Forearm hard-points:
    • x2 Fallen Angel Energy Shield(one per forearm)
  • Waist hard-points:
    • x1 EMP Grenade
    • x1 pouch with x10 concentrated vials of Stim Tea and x10 concentrated vials of Root Tea
    • x1 Fusioncutter
    • x2 pouches with spare blaster gas magazines for the rifle, 6 magazines per pouch
    • x1 pouch with spare blaster gas magazines for sidearm, 6 magazines in pouch.
• Modified Garmr Battle Dog companion named Hal
  • Linked to the Operating System in the Nephilim Marine Armour
  • Now wears a fancy leather smuglger’s hat that Daro recovered from the corpse of Haon Hafey

Daro, fully geared up in his usual combat kit, and accompanied by his Battle Dog, Hal, settled into one of the bench seats in the Gospel Class Dropship that he had been assigned. The little ship had not yet been cleaned after the campaign to rescue Kay-Larr from the warzone on Alteria, so it still stank of dry blood and stale medications that had been spent to save some of the evacuees from minor or critical injuries. It certainly wasn’t the worst thing that Daro had smelled, but he had been around the aroma enough times in his long life to decide that he was more sick of it than anything. Once he was strapped in, he slide his helmet on and then checked the seals. Recycled suit air was better anyways.

Sitting close to the cockpit bulkhead, he hammered his fist on the wall beside him three times, and three taps came back in response. The loading ramp retracted and the ship began to shift as it lifted off the hangar floor. The Dropship then angled for the mag-con field in the opening in the floor of Shii-Cho’s logistics hangar, and dove out into the void under the star destroyer’s belly.

Daro then spoke quietly under his breath to his suit’s Angel Navis Operating System, “Tin-Can, patch me through to Kalic Daws and Bishop Turner ”

Being pretty close to his suit’s AI, Daro could practically feel the irritation that it felt at Daro calling it Tin-Can. The nickname had stuck. Tin-Can hated it. But it seemed to bring them closer together with a brotherly sense of trust. Tin-Can got some good shots back at Daro too, every now and then.

An icon on Daro’s HUD lit up and he knew that he was live, “Alright, escorts one and two. As you should know by now, I’m in nominal command of the mission. The mission is to recover the Angel that the holy prophets found, make it feel at ease, and then bring it with us back to The Lady Shii-Cho. That means we gotta pretend that we know how to socialize and turn on the charm. Thankfully, we have our angels with us. Once we board the ship, we will each take our ECP protocol droids with us to maintain our uplink with our angels so that once we reach the lost one, Starcrest, Ironheart, and Tin-Can can help us talk to it and keep it calm. Bishop Turner , you should have an ECP in your gear locker, Kalic Daws , I will provide you with one from the gear locker inside this dropship. I don’t need one because Tin-Can comes with me. Any questions before we reach the facility?”

 

[Bishop Turner]

Bishop was already inside the cockpit of Ironheart as Daro Roz’yrn 's transmission came through. He didn't like the idea of leaving Ironheart's side on a mission, but if the prophets ordered it, then he would do so.

"Affirmative. I'm not one for chit-chat. I'll let the droid handle that." Sprocket was what he liked to call his ECP Protocal droid, and as far as he was concerned, that thing had a few screws loose. But everyone else liked it for some odd reason or another....

~Bishop, all systems go. Ready for departure.~

"Roger that, Ironheart. Holy Knight Daro, requesting permission take point and lead the escort to our destination?" In his mind it was better to be up in the front should any attack happen from what sounded like an unstable Angel.

Ira Sarrin Kalic Daws

 

[Ira Sarrin]

Ira's mind spread through the facility as he so often did when he was online, looking thought barely functioning cameras he saw the remains of long dead personal some of whom seemed to still be draped to the remains of old empire uniforms. The defenses of the facility had long been off line as well in part due to lack of power and old age eating through their wires and the like back in their hay day they could turn away most threats. His mind when out a bit farther to the landing pads and seeing the rusted remains of landing craft, they stubbornly remained dead and cold when Ira prodded them with his mind.

Floating in the rancid bacta tank Ira's mind when back on his life... A young boy using the force to play with a ball after saying no to the Jedi that wanted to train him (or equivalent Ira couldn't remember) ... A proud young man that had just passed officer training on the passing out parade with happy and proud parents cheering him on from the stands... A slightly older man accepting the rank of captain from the fleet admiral herself and being given his own ship to command... An agent approaching the young man with an offer to make him a better captain with the use of Project Ironsides... And finally pain unimaginable pain as Ira was cut up time and time again in order to attach various 'upgrades' through the use of science and Sith alchemy.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic would nodded a bit as he climbed into Starcrest’s cockpit, tapping a few controls before the ship took over.

“Roger that, boss. Are we expecting anyone hostile inside the Angel? Would rather know if I need to keep my repeater close or not when we land.” He just hoped no one would start asking if he saw something about this. Over the years… maybe, but there was no way he had details on any of the physically painful visions now.

“Don’t worry so much.” He gave the cockpit a quick pat, nodding.

“Just…. Been a long time. Jee go ahead and get on the turret. Starcrest, when you’re ready.”

“I could say the same. I’ve been ready.” Kalic just smiled a bit before cutting on the engines, and quickly burning out of the hanger. It was always weird seeing such a beefy fighter turn like Starcrest could, especially with the new engines, but it was so much smoother. The old sputters ironed out.

Ira Sarrin Bishop Turner Daro Roz’yrn

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

"Affirmative. I'm not one for chit-chat. I'll let the droid handle that."

Daro grinned beneath his helmet, “Oh, and what did we do to deserve that punishment?” he quipped, referring to the reputation that some protocol droids had for excessive chattering. There was a pause before Bishop Turner spoke again, indicating that he was listening to Ironheart.

"Roger that, Ironheart. Holy Knight Daro, requesting permission take point and lead the escort to our destination?"

“Permission granted, Bishop. Lead us in, and Starcrest can bring up the rear.”

“Roger that, boss. Are we expecting anyone hostile inside the Angel? Would rather know if I need to keep my repeater close or not when we land.”

Daro quickly checked a file with his HUD before answering the question, just in case there was a update from mission control “That’s a negative, Daws. Searchlight Sensor Suites on the Shii-Cho went over the whole place pretty good and its pretty much derelict for probably the last 800 years. There’s barely enough power to keep cosmic radiation from making the interior inhospitable and we’d be lucky to see any service droids. But once we enter the station, we will start disturbing the whole structure and we could start to see failures occure all over the place. When we land, I’ll be giving you a suit to protect you from most of the hazards you might see in there. Bishop Turner should already have one. We won’t have long so we’ll need to move quickly. My Angel has evolved to the point of being able to slice code, so we’ll be using my suit to get through security doors, but I’ll need you two to watch over my body while I’m unconscious. Apparently, that’s a side-effect of the Angel code-slicing ability…” Daro rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Anyways, we’re not paid by the hour so let’s get this show started.”

The three small ships roared across the distance from Shii-Cho to the station. Daro’s Dropship’s pilot attempted to hail the station’s computer, requesting a landing bay to open, hoping that someone or something was capable of listening. If not, Tin-Can would have to slice into the computer from here to open a hangar door…

Ira Sarrin Kalic Daws Bishop Turner

 

[Ira Sarrin]

Ira felt the ships approach the station hr then saw them from ancient cameras, seeing the hail for landing Ira opened the landing bay doors with considerable effort due to the age of the place, he in turn sent a message on all available comms smashing through any weak encrypted channels.

+++WELCOME+++

As the doors began grinning open Ira felt the presents of three for want of a better word 'alien' minds attempting to as far as Ira was concerned invade his space with a glare Ira forced the 'minds' out and raised many strong defenses against the 'minds', Ira would allow these newcomer access to the station but he would not allow anyone in to where he felt safest.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic just nodded a bit.

"Roger that. Hopefully this'll be a blue milk run." Kalic shifted the Nimbles to agility mode before taking the rear and keep pace. As he went though.... Well this wasn't space.

"I don't even have to ask do I?"

"Well better than onboard. I'll keep flying straight. What do you...."

"Just... hang on." He looked around, seeing machinery, wires, and... a bacta tank? What was going on here..... Just as quickly as he slipped in he slipped back out. He looked around, tapping the canopy a bit. "That was an odd one. Something tells me this will be...." Then came the message, and the hanger opened. He looked at the door, hitting the console.

"Ok.... If I'm still here than this is creepier than the ghost ships in the Dreighton Triangle."

"I have to agree given to presumed age of the Angel."

Bishop Turner Ira Sarrin Daro Roz’yrn

 

[Bishop Turner]

Bishop's eyes twinkled a little at Daro Roz’yrn 's response in regards to Sprocket being used to chit chat with this unusual Angel. It was about as close to a smile as he'd get for the moment. They were on a mission.

"Roger that, we're taking point." Bishop eased the throttle and took Ironheart into position. "Keep your scans open for hostiles."

~Understood, Bishop. I've got your six.~

It wasn't exactly the right response for Ironheart to give, but Bishop didn't care. Those words held more meaning to him than the correct procedural term. And he didn't try to correct her. "Much obliged, Ironheart. I've got your six too."

It didn't take long for the trio of Angels to reach their destination. A hanger door had opened for them as though they were invited. Bishop hoped that it wouldn't shut after Kalic Daws flew in. The word from Ira Sarrin scrolled in on his datascreen. "Let's hope it's a warm welcome..." He flew Ironheart inside, leaving room for both the dropship and the Starcrest to park as well. His eyes squinted a little as the derelict hanger left much to be desired. There were wires and debris strewn everywhere. "Looks like a ghost ship. Ironheart, keep your sensors active."

~Affirmative, Bishop. Sensors will remain online.~

Well this was going to be fun.....

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

+++WELCOME+++

“Noooooo…. You’re welcome, sir.” Daro muttered under his breath.

~they can’t hear you, Daro~ Tin-Can replied.

“Yes, Tin-Can. I’m aware.”

"Roger that, we're taking point."

"Roger that. Hopefully this'll be a blue milk run."

Bishop Turner and Kalic Daws had replied to Daro’s orders.

“Hopefully. But this place is pretty old, so the facility itself is our biggest threat I’m willing to wager. See you boys on the floor. Daro out”

The little dropship and its two escorts found their way into the opening hangar bay, and Daro watched as several sparks and spilling dust cavities began to fill corners of the space. He cringed inwardly as he recognized the signs of what happens when a dormant space structure was disturbed after centuries of neglect. The very effects of opening the hangar doors could have started a chain reaction for all they knew that could cause the station to destroy itself. Walking through the place, opening doors, accessing systems, and ultimately, removing the control source for the whole building would host incredible risks every step of the way. The moment the hangar doors had opened, the clock started ticking. They would need to be fast.

The moment his ship settled down, Daro unbuckle himself and his dog and walked right into the cockpit. As he opened the hatch, the pilot and the copilot both looked over their shoulders and showed confusion on their faces.

“You know, you’re not technically supposed to enter the cockpit without permission, right?” The pilot said.

Daro breathed a small scoff as he opened the gear locker that was reserved strictly for the flight crew of the dropship, and smiled saying, “And you know that you don’t have permission to smell like tusken herbs, yet here we are…”

Both men scowled, not sure what to say to that. Daro retrieved one of the spare suits and a small ECP protocol droid, shut the locker, and walked out of the ship.

He saw Ironheart and Starcrest, coming in. As soon as they would land, Bishop Turner would most likely go into his locker and retrieve his regulation LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle and grab his droid to turn it on. Bishop would likely already be wearing the suit. Kalic Daws would likely get his little astromech droid but his custom ship didn’t come with the suit or the ECP protocol droid, so Daro stood at the ready to toss both things at the man as soon as he was outside of his cockpit.

~Daro. Do you mind if I try to hail the station control? Find this Angel that we are looking for?~ Tin-Can spoke through Daro’s inplant.

Daro chose to use the implant rather than his own mouth this time, ~yeah, see if you can make contact. Maybe you’ll make a friend too?~

~who says I need friends?~

Ira Sarrin

 

[Ira Sarrin]

Watching the ships enter the landing bay and landing Ira could't figure out what they where. They definitely were't Empire they didn't have the right codes and they sure as hell weren't rebel scrum then what were they? Deciding that He wouldn't learn anything just by watching Ira committed to diplomacy he was about to send them a message only to receive a message himself, Ira thinking he had nothing to lose answered the hail.

"And who might you be, what are you?" Ira asked in a strained and mechanical voice.

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic quickly opened the canopy, crawling out of the cockpit before opening the left check of Starcrest. While Daro said he wouldn't need the repeater, the DL-18 stashed in there was more for any gunner that happened to come in the future. The Miraluka couldn't shoot a pistol to save his life. Before he could do much, he had a suit thrown at him, and looked at the commander before nodding. As he put it on though, he noticed the ECP droid.

"Hey Jee, looks like you've got a little friend now." The Q-series droid beeped, seeming a tad annoyed by the statement as Kalic activated the droid and tossed it in the air to let it float there.

"Oh? You're quite large for an EPC?" While Jee started arguing that she wasn't a protocol droid, the voice came through, and Kalic jumped back a bit while the EPC hid.

"It doesn't seem that fearless?"

"I'm not exactly fearless either when the ship starts talking with a creepy voice, Starcrest." Kalic then looked at the other organics on the mission, looking at ship again. "Uh.... Hi...." He then leaned closer to the others. "I've heard of Mando ships that run some really good A.I., but that wasn't 800 years ago. What are we dealing with?"

Bishop Turner Daro Roz’yrn Ira Sarrin

 

[Bishop Turner]

Bishop was quick to grab his rifle. He wasn't special forces, yet his basic training taught him enough. As did handing the battlefield in open space. He powered down Ironheart's engines, yet kept the rest of her active.

Sprocket was next to be removed from his dock and brought online. "Rise and shine! My favourite part of the day! Bishop! Yay! What are we up to this time?"

Oh boy. Here we go....

Bishop dropped down from the cockpit. "Get a grip on yourself, Sprocket. We're on a mission. Now go join the others."

With as much glee as the droid could muster, Sprocket flew on ahead to join the likes of Daro Roz’yrn and Kalic Daws , sometimes doing a loop-d-loop in between the cables hanging low.

As Kalic spoke to Ira Sarrin , Bishop had caught up with them. He kept an eye out as they moved, looking for any disturbances or sudden movements. Given that this ship was so derelict, he was glad to be suited up appropriately. It saved them from the bad smells. And at least he was still connected to Ironheart. "Picking up anything?"

~Negative, Bishop. Your immediate vacinity is clear.~

"Roger that. Keep us posted."

 

[Daro Roz’yrn]

Spoiler: Daro’s gear

• Holy Communion Neural Implant
  • Set to level 5, bonded to the Nephilim Marine Armour
• Nomadic Under-Uniform Skinsuit
• Nephilim Marine Armour
  • Spinal hard-point:
    • Nomad Marine Jetpack
      • LPD-66 Flashfire Blaster Rifle magnetic "holster" on jetpack's hard-point
      • Computerized Interface Scope added to Rifle
  • Thigh hard-points:
    • SV-5 "Phanes" class survival kit
    • A custom-made double holster for holding Haon Hafey’s Twin Heavy Mandalorian Blasters (acquired here)
      • Computerized Interface Scopes are added
      • Mk XIII Smartgunner Chips have been re-keyed to Daro’s space armour AI.
  • Forearm hard-points:
    • x2 Fallen Angel Energy Shield(one per forearm)
  • Waist hard-points:
    • x1 EMP Grenade
    • x1 pouch with x10 concentrated vials of Stim Tea and x10 concentrated vials of Root Tea
    • x1 Fusioncutter
    • x2 pouches with spare blaster gas magazines for the rifle, 6 magazines per pouch
    • x1 pouch with spare blaster gas magazines for sidearm, 6 magazines in pouch.
• Modified Garmr Battle Dog companion named Hal
  • Linked to the Operating System in the Nephilim Marine Armour
  • Now wears a fancy leather smuglger’s hat that Daro recovered from the corpse of Haon Hafey

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Daro waited as Kalic Daws and Bishop Turner got themselves together with their gear. Kalic got dressed in his suit, while his droids introduced themselves to each other. Daro noted how the protocol droid and the astromech bickered lightly, and he recalled some old jokes about how protocol droids and astromechs were famous for their love-hate relationships. Some of those jokes included the famous C-3P0 and R2-D2, but only few enough to suggest that relationships between those two personality types were a cliché in the galaxy.

Then, out of no where, an all-too-familiar voice sing-songed over where Bishop Turner was getting ready, and Daro considered whipping out his blaster to get some “target practice”. The quirky little ball of metal swooped in, dashing around in random patterns like a toddler on too much Empire coffee.

~I will shoot it, Tin-Can.~ Daro’s hand went to one of the blasters on his hip.

~I’m not stopping you~

~I swear, I’ll do it! I’m not listening to that stupid thing all day.~

~…and I’m not arguing with you, Daro…?~

~I can’t be held responsible for this!~

~um… ok, do you… want me to argue with you? Because I’m all for shooting it, seriously…~

All of a sudden, a voice boomed out from the station’s speakers, interrupting Daro and Tin-Can’s dialogue.

"And who might you be, what are you?" Ira asked in a strained and mechanical voice.

~Sounds like you made contact?~ Daro asked his Angel.

~I guess so. I just used generic hailing pings using the suit’s commlink, but I would need to focus in order to properly converse with him properly.~

Daro nodded understanding, forgetting that the others couldn’t hear his conversation with Tim-Can, ~I take it that means you’ll be out of touch for a while?~

~Pretty much, yes. I’ll still be able to operate your suit’s technical functions, but I’m simply not capable of hosting more than one conversation at a time.~

Daro sighed loudly, again, forgetting that he was in front of Bishop Turner and Kalic Daws , ~You’re just trying to ditch me here with Sprocket, aren’t you?~

~Oh, look at the time! Good luck!~ and like that, Tin-Can’s voice went silent for Daro.

He shook his head in irritation and then turned to the other two organic beings in his team, “Alright, my Angel is going to make direct contact with the AI of this facility while we try to get to the main computer and extract the source. Since Tin-Can will be out of commission, that means he won’t be opening doors for us. Kalic Daws , do you think that your astromech can handle doors for us? Even if the security measures are removed, these old facilities will have a lot of corrupted locking mechanisms, and we need some tech powers here.”

He turned to Bishop Turner , “you and me are on escort detail. Since… Sprocket has so much energy, I’ll need you to use him as a scout ahead and behind us, using his speed. Don’t let him get too far from you, though, since you’ll need him to maintain your uplink with Ironheart later. We’ll need the support of all three of our angels to be able to decouple this Angel from the facility and bring it back to Damascus Station. Any questions? Let’s move people!”

Inside Daro’s inner mind​

Ira Sarrin

Suddenly, there is a room. No, it is a bar. An old bar, with stools, a classic-looking Mon-calamari bartender, other faceless beings everywhere, and Daro himself. The old Dornean warrior has no drink in front of him, and is staring at the bar top as if he is in a trance. Distant. Not even in his own body.

The bartender is the only being that appears to be moving at all. He is a mon-calamari male, wearing a plain apron, and cleaning a class as a cliché bartender does. Both of the Mon-Calamari’s eyes fix on Ira Sarrin , one at a time, and the man seems to spread his mouth into something of a smile. He then says “Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Tin-Can. Please have a seat beside my vacant friend, here. I’m not here to hurt you, and neither is he…”

 

[Ira Sarrin]

Looking around the bar taking it all in, it was a a somewhat surreal experience especially for someone who has spend the last 800 odd years alone and floating in a Bacta tank. Looking down at himself he saw that he looked as he was now a husk of a human male with rags of an empire uniform clinging to his cadaverous form, reaching up Ira felt the forest of wires and other components coming from his skull and while he couldn't reach his back Ira knew that there where wires there as well. Thinking for but a moment Ira took a tentative step forward and began to change back to his former self (Now looks like this) and began to walk to the bar with far more confidence.

"Ah this is much better" Ira said more to himself than anything else.

“Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Tin-Can. Please have a seat beside my vacant friend, here. I’m not here to hurt you, and neither is he…”

"Greetings Tin-can my name is Ira" Ira replied while taking a seat "I figured as much otherwise you wouldn't want to talk. So how can I help you"?

 

[Kalic Daws]

Kalic looked a bit shocked as he heard the rapid chattering of a protocol droid darting around. What the...? Jee looked at the hyper droid, while the EPC watched them move around quickly.

"Wow. That EPC is quite active." Jee let out a few whistles while the Miraluka soon heard his ship speak to him again.

"Quite the hyper one there."

"You're telling me. Be ready just in case."

"I've been planning escapes. Don't worry." Kalic smirked a bit before motioning two the droids to follow.

"Yeah. Jee should be able to handle some corrupted code. You'd be surprised how many old Outer Rim ships run in spite of bad coding. Like they refuse to give in just to tick off Mid Rim and Core folks. Jee, you got the door?" The astromech beeped before floating over to the first control panel, extending a computer plug before checking through the data, and quickly causing the door to slide... enough. Jee looked at the door, then back at Daro, whistling the question of if he would fit through, noting possible mechanical jams.

Daro Roz’yrn Bishop Turner Ira Sarrin