King of Korriban
Hyperspace;
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space.
He had endured quite enough already. Long since, he had tasked Torin with piloting the craft into landing on Mygeeto, while he had confined himself to one of the various other cells on the Scimitar's lower level. Within the room, as he was not entirely alone, was a droid. Its crude design looked fitting for only one purpose. Combat. Security droids he had since refused to use. Their models were outdated now, to be sure, but he was sure they'd still leave a dent against your average shooter.
Almost as soon as he had made his way out of the cockpit, now hours earlier, he retreated to his data-pad control terminals and begun locking down and hiding various parts of his ship's more inner memory drives. Although he had already locked most everything desperately important, he moved to conceal himself at an even greater length from his padawan. Nothing that would suggest his inhuman nature, for now, he wished to uphold the guise.
Only when that familiar drag left Nejaa swaying back against his seated position did he arise once more. Giving the silent, deactivated droid he had spent the better half of a day with a nod of goodbye he raced back into the cockpit.
"We've arrived then?"
His answer was given before words could even deliver it. The blue stream of gaseous, stretched stars sucked back and revealed the pitch blackness of space. Before them, glistening with blues and grays, was the planet Mygeeto, hulking just ahead with an intimidating glare. The force prodded him with a disturbing pain, though he was entirely unsure of its origin.
"Something... feels..."
The padawan agreed, nodding his head. [All written actions for Torin in this post are based off what has already happened in a previous topic being re-written] "I sense it too, Master," Torin responded verbally. Mygeeto's immediate space territory was littered with floating space stations, various outposts and immigration customs which made getting on-world nearly impossible without certain credentials. Most Muun populated planets were alike in this way. It was hardly uncommon for for ships to enter and blast away in hyperspace, but at the sound of the next deafening thud, the next ship warping in from intergalactic travel, Nejaa whirled round with a sickening feeling in his gut.
"Torin--!! At our rear!"
The padawan was at it already, before Nejaa had even finished. What Nejaa had done with the force, Torin must have done with the immaculate ship scanners. In an instant, they were flipped completely upside down, something one almost missed because of the lacking gravity. A long vessel, needle point and loaded with fine weaponry slipped into existence and almost collided with the Scimitar-- would have collided with the Scimitar had Torin not quickly moved to evasive action. What looked like small tendrils of static lightning covered the ship's hull.
Then they unleashed fire. Not one or two, or even three or four, but a set of seven double fire blaster turrets. As if it were raining, however at them, crimson blaster fire whirled around them in the continuous spin Torin had set into motion. Tossing himself to use Nejaa grabbed hold of the ship's main controls, whirling through the various access codes so as to integrate himself with the mainframe. His own guns aimed, the ion cannons he had not the time to replace for real blaster cannons, but before he could fire there was that same thudding noise. The lightning static covering the vessel had cast an energetic net over the durasteel plating and wrapped itself in the same eternal night the galaxy around wore.
"Damn. Cloaking device. So that's what that noise was..."
"They're off the scanners Master, I think they... fled? There's nothing on the bio scan either."
"Well, that was quite some welcoming party... get Korto on the coms... and... keep your eyes open, something's amiss here."
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space;
Cities of Ice & Bridges.
He no longer had time to waste, and he was no longer comfortable in space. Motioning to the controls, he cut shortly "land, at once," only to follow his thought through. "We're no longer safe here," with a swipe, three bars changed color on the screen before him, and the complicated looking symbols of the standard alphabet dropped around the edges like a border.
<<Cruiser this is tower 3, we'll need landing permits-->>
"Sent."
<<... Ah... Yes, you're cleared for landing, sir."
"My thanks."
Before long, the hatch was opening, and the brisk air was filtrating into the long since warmed Stolen Pride. Now covered in his Jedi garments, Nejaa pulled the outer layers of his hooded cloak around himself. The crystals here, at least some of them, literally resulted from such frigid temperatures. Ice, petrified through prolonged exposure to a critical surface. To a human of average standings, it would be almost unbearable. To a human Jedi, it would be nearly unbearable, though only prolonged exposure would really risk death. To a clawdite, the conditions were not quite as bad, it should be said.
Two droids approached, and Nejaa raised his greeting towards them, quickly exchanging information and ordering a full lock down of his landing bay to anyone but himself. No one else was to enter without proper jurisdiction. Sliding his thumb over a metal band about his wrist, his own three probe droids lifted themselves from the back-most hull of his Scimitar and flooded into open air. Their noise was alien and off-putting, though they clung about Nejaa, swirling around his head, exchanging information, and scanning. Despite their innocent design, the model came with blaster canons and grenade launchers both, they made him feel safer.
A short flurry of hand motions and the probes flew off in different directions, in search of any suspicious activity around their perimeters at all times. A first line of defense against anything which might otherwise be avoided. A single security battle droid stood guard in the Scimitar's entrance, behind the closed hatch door, just to make sure no one dared enter.
"Come, padawan. We must make haste."
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space;
Cities of Ice & Bridges.
Three men, all of alien races, approached the oncoming Jedi. Their smiles were superficial, though such was the case with most any political encounter. A single Muun, and two Twi'lek males at his rear, one on each side. While the Muun was dressed in formal silks and cottons, following the style of his species, the Twi'leks looked closer to security than anything else, and were fully equipped with a side arm and vibro-daggers.
Nejaa took the lead, waving the Muun's attention and dropping into a bow.
"Yet another fine day," Nejaa attempted casually.
"About as fine a day as any, Master Jedi."
"Ah--? I beg your pardon?"
"You are accompanying your previous friends, are you not?"
In an instant, the air became almost hostile. This had been a covert mission, there was no other reason to send Nejaa along with the Infiltrator. What was more, they were no longer in Republic Space, and the Muun's eyes drilled holes in Nejaa's fragile stare. "My previous, uh, friends?" He couldn't give anything away, had to be cautious with his words.
"Yes. Masters Korto and Cohaa have already since arrived. They spoke of your arrival soon after."
"... They did? Well then, here we are..."
"Grann, I am Grann, I suppose you're anxious to meet the others?"
"The... others?"
"Your friends, master Jedi? You have come to aid their efforts, have you not?"
The Muun's face was held in perfect neutrality, though his words held an obvious trap. Even so, it was the uncomfortable, almost nervous nature of the guards behind him which sparked most of Nejaa's primary suspicions. Each looked at one another, and held their arms rigidly, as if preparing to pull blasters at any moment.
"And... you'll lead us to Master Korto, then...?
"Yes, of course. Right this way Master Jedi."
Nejaa's look to Torin was brief but telling. The raising of a single eye brow, 'something's wrong.' Or perhaps 'be on your guard.'
[member="Torin Varik"]
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space.
He had endured quite enough already. Long since, he had tasked Torin with piloting the craft into landing on Mygeeto, while he had confined himself to one of the various other cells on the Scimitar's lower level. Within the room, as he was not entirely alone, was a droid. Its crude design looked fitting for only one purpose. Combat. Security droids he had since refused to use. Their models were outdated now, to be sure, but he was sure they'd still leave a dent against your average shooter.
Almost as soon as he had made his way out of the cockpit, now hours earlier, he retreated to his data-pad control terminals and begun locking down and hiding various parts of his ship's more inner memory drives. Although he had already locked most everything desperately important, he moved to conceal himself at an even greater length from his padawan. Nothing that would suggest his inhuman nature, for now, he wished to uphold the guise.
Only when that familiar drag left Nejaa swaying back against his seated position did he arise once more. Giving the silent, deactivated droid he had spent the better half of a day with a nod of goodbye he raced back into the cockpit.
"We've arrived then?"
His answer was given before words could even deliver it. The blue stream of gaseous, stretched stars sucked back and revealed the pitch blackness of space. Before them, glistening with blues and grays, was the planet Mygeeto, hulking just ahead with an intimidating glare. The force prodded him with a disturbing pain, though he was entirely unsure of its origin.
"Something... feels..."
The padawan agreed, nodding his head. [All written actions for Torin in this post are based off what has already happened in a previous topic being re-written] "I sense it too, Master," Torin responded verbally. Mygeeto's immediate space territory was littered with floating space stations, various outposts and immigration customs which made getting on-world nearly impossible without certain credentials. Most Muun populated planets were alike in this way. It was hardly uncommon for for ships to enter and blast away in hyperspace, but at the sound of the next deafening thud, the next ship warping in from intergalactic travel, Nejaa whirled round with a sickening feeling in his gut.
"Torin--!! At our rear!"
The padawan was at it already, before Nejaa had even finished. What Nejaa had done with the force, Torin must have done with the immaculate ship scanners. In an instant, they were flipped completely upside down, something one almost missed because of the lacking gravity. A long vessel, needle point and loaded with fine weaponry slipped into existence and almost collided with the Scimitar-- would have collided with the Scimitar had Torin not quickly moved to evasive action. What looked like small tendrils of static lightning covered the ship's hull.
Then they unleashed fire. Not one or two, or even three or four, but a set of seven double fire blaster turrets. As if it were raining, however at them, crimson blaster fire whirled around them in the continuous spin Torin had set into motion. Tossing himself to use Nejaa grabbed hold of the ship's main controls, whirling through the various access codes so as to integrate himself with the mainframe. His own guns aimed, the ion cannons he had not the time to replace for real blaster cannons, but before he could fire there was that same thudding noise. The lightning static covering the vessel had cast an energetic net over the durasteel plating and wrapped itself in the same eternal night the galaxy around wore.
"Damn. Cloaking device. So that's what that noise was..."
"They're off the scanners Master, I think they... fled? There's nothing on the bio scan either."
"Well, that was quite some welcoming party... get Korto on the coms... and... keep your eyes open, something's amiss here."
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space;
Cities of Ice & Bridges.
He no longer had time to waste, and he was no longer comfortable in space. Motioning to the controls, he cut shortly "land, at once," only to follow his thought through. "We're no longer safe here," with a swipe, three bars changed color on the screen before him, and the complicated looking symbols of the standard alphabet dropped around the edges like a border.
<<Cruiser this is tower 3, we'll need landing permits-->>
"Sent."
<<... Ah... Yes, you're cleared for landing, sir."
"My thanks."
Before long, the hatch was opening, and the brisk air was filtrating into the long since warmed Stolen Pride. Now covered in his Jedi garments, Nejaa pulled the outer layers of his hooded cloak around himself. The crystals here, at least some of them, literally resulted from such frigid temperatures. Ice, petrified through prolonged exposure to a critical surface. To a human of average standings, it would be almost unbearable. To a human Jedi, it would be nearly unbearable, though only prolonged exposure would really risk death. To a clawdite, the conditions were not quite as bad, it should be said.
Two droids approached, and Nejaa raised his greeting towards them, quickly exchanging information and ordering a full lock down of his landing bay to anyone but himself. No one else was to enter without proper jurisdiction. Sliding his thumb over a metal band about his wrist, his own three probe droids lifted themselves from the back-most hull of his Scimitar and flooded into open air. Their noise was alien and off-putting, though they clung about Nejaa, swirling around his head, exchanging information, and scanning. Despite their innocent design, the model came with blaster canons and grenade launchers both, they made him feel safer.
A short flurry of hand motions and the probes flew off in different directions, in search of any suspicious activity around their perimeters at all times. A first line of defense against anything which might otherwise be avoided. A single security battle droid stood guard in the Scimitar's entrance, behind the closed hatch door, just to make sure no one dared enter.
"Come, padawan. We must make haste."
Mygeeto Sector;
Outer Planetary Space;
Cities of Ice & Bridges.
Three men, all of alien races, approached the oncoming Jedi. Their smiles were superficial, though such was the case with most any political encounter. A single Muun, and two Twi'lek males at his rear, one on each side. While the Muun was dressed in formal silks and cottons, following the style of his species, the Twi'leks looked closer to security than anything else, and were fully equipped with a side arm and vibro-daggers.
Nejaa took the lead, waving the Muun's attention and dropping into a bow.
"Yet another fine day," Nejaa attempted casually.
"About as fine a day as any, Master Jedi."
"Ah--? I beg your pardon?"
"You are accompanying your previous friends, are you not?"
In an instant, the air became almost hostile. This had been a covert mission, there was no other reason to send Nejaa along with the Infiltrator. What was more, they were no longer in Republic Space, and the Muun's eyes drilled holes in Nejaa's fragile stare. "My previous, uh, friends?" He couldn't give anything away, had to be cautious with his words.
"Yes. Masters Korto and Cohaa have already since arrived. They spoke of your arrival soon after."
"... They did? Well then, here we are..."
"Grann, I am Grann, I suppose you're anxious to meet the others?"
"The... others?"
"Your friends, master Jedi? You have come to aid their efforts, have you not?"
The Muun's face was held in perfect neutrality, though his words held an obvious trap. Even so, it was the uncomfortable, almost nervous nature of the guards behind him which sparked most of Nejaa's primary suspicions. Each looked at one another, and held their arms rigidly, as if preparing to pull blasters at any moment.
"And... you'll lead us to Master Korto, then...?
"Yes, of course. Right this way Master Jedi."
Nejaa's look to Torin was brief but telling. The raising of a single eye brow, 'something's wrong.' Or perhaps 'be on your guard.'
[member="Torin Varik"]
