Believe

[Felicity Mason]

Dathomir hovered in the viewport. Here. They'd made it. Mom was down there. Dad was down there. Or at least, the portal to get to them was down there. Somewhere. And she was going to find them and bring them home. They would have done the same for her.

"Owain, go wake Master Elaris," she said, gently guiding the ship through the black, "Tell her we're here. She is needed on the bridge. She knows where I'm landing."

Was she nervous? More than she could say. They were alive. They had to be. She would have known if they weren't, wouldn't she? Her senses may not be as strong as most, but she had a deep connection with her parents. A hole in space would not break that. Not in a million years.

[member="Owain"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Owain]

Lounging on his chair like a nexu, Owain stretched out his arms and pushed himself up to stand. They had been flying for quite a while now, and he had dared catch a nap behind Felicity's back, The girl was too focused on flying and the matter at hand. He understood that. SO he had gotten some rest whilst he could. And ow the moment of truth was approaching, the next step in their grand "Rescue the Queen (and her little consort too)" plan. Nodding at the blonde, he headed for the cabin where the red head was resting.

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Coryth had been resting peacefully, trying to ease her pain in doing so. She hardly needed to be moving about in the shape she was in, but that wasn't about to stop her completely. Dreaming still, she rolled on her back and pulled the blankets tighter around her. Thankfully the rest had done her some good, and some healing had been managed in the time it took them to get to Dathomir. Though footsteps outside the cabin door disturbed her, and the tiny redhead stirred in her sleep. Slowly her eyes opened and she sat up in the bed. It seemed her time to rest was now over. There was work to be done.

[member="Owain"] | [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl took the ship in to rest in a comfortable orbit around the planet while she waited. In no time, they'd be through the portal, but she had no intention of bringing Master Elaris with her. She felt somewhat guilty and afraid of that. On one hand, Master Elaris was a jedi Master, powerful. She could be useful. On the other hand, she was badly wounded and could only serve to slow them down. Time was something that Felicity was not confident that they had still. She had to make a decision, and that decision was the leave the Jedi Master behind to watch the ship.
Decision making was hard. How did Mother do it?

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Owain"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Hearing footsteps outside the door, Coryth finally sat up and slowly rubbed at her eyes, trying to push the sleep from them. Rising from the bed, she grabbed the cane she'd brought with her and slowly limped towards the door. Groggily opening it, she found herself face to face with Owain. "I'm assuming we've arrived now, yes?" She asked softly. "Shall we head to the cockpit and I can point out where we need to land?" The tiny master would let him lead the way back to Felicity.

[member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"]

 

[Owain]

The boy was quiet until he nearly walked into the tiny Jedi master. How had she-? Oh. RIght. Space wizard. Owain coughed politely into his hand to cover his momentary flash of panic. He hated knowing that his thoughts weren't safe around others. "Ah...yes Master Elaris," he managed to get out diplomatically, before turning around and leading the way back to the cockpit. He felt so useful on this adventure - walking this way and back. No. Not adventure. Don't even think that word or Songbird will have your head! The boy took a deep breath and clamed himself as they entered the cockpit. "Songbird. Master Elaris here says she has a landing zone in mind for us," he stated simply, nodding at the short redhead.

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Daddy was out there with mom right now. Somewhere. She'd hunt them down, she'd bring them home. She had to. Heroics and drama kind of ran in the family. She smiled, watching her own reflection against the black of space. Dad would be proud. Proud and... maybe a little annoyed at her for taking his ship. And for being better at flying it than he was. Mostly at her being better, she thought.

[member="Owain"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Awkward. Yup, there was certainly an awkward moment shared between the two of them but Coryth said nothing of it. As they came into the cockpit, the redhead managed a soft smile. "That I do."

From her bag, she retrieved a datapad and soon pulled up a map. "Northern Hemisphere, main continent. Just east of the bluffs. Should be a good place to land, and only put you a few miles from the portal." The location she'd taken the time to mark out for them, and handed the datapad to Felicity. "Just have to be careful. There are all manner of vicious creatures, poisonous insects and then of course there are the locals."

[member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Felicity hadn't thought about the local trouble. That sort of... scared her, honestly. She bit her lip, taking the ship around, following the planets natural orbit until she reached the proper point point to begin her decent.

"Owain, Master Elaris, please sit."

She brought the ship in, careful as could be. She hovered above the treeline, looking for a clearing to land in. Yes. There. She took it down, landing with a sigh.

"Owain, check the back. See what daddy had back there. Weapons, first aid, anything we can use."
She unclipped her strap and stood up. "Master Elaris... I think it might be best if you stayed with the ship."

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Owain"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Coryth frowned a little as Felicity asked her to take a seat. Slowly she moved over, heavily favoring her bad leg. With a sigh she took a seat. As they landed, she did briefly wonder how she would make it through this with a wounded leg.

Listening to the young blonde, she nodded. There was wisdom in her words, but she worried if they would be able to handle everything that was out there. "While it is probably the best thing for me to do .... My only worry is for your safety, the safety of you both. Do you believe you can handle everything that will cross your path out there?" If the answer was yes, she'd at least feel a little better about sitting in the ship, and waiting.

[member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"]

 

[Owain]

Owain do this, Owain do that. Was this what marriage was like? "Yes, dear," he replied with a straight face, marching out of the cockpit to find the weapon lockers. Keter had shown him those whilst drunk once. They had been celebrating his birthday, and planning to rob a museum for some phrik to make Owain a birthday weapon. Elliot Barnabus and Keter Mason were troublesome drunks indeed. Especially when around each other. Shaking his head, the youth wandered down the corridors until he found what he had dubbed "the armory". Several lockers, safely sealed shut, lined the walls. Luckily, he knew the codes to get in.

Being an employed mercenary had it's benefits.

He pulled the lockers open and set about pulling out everything that could be of use. A blaster, three pistols, a slug thrower, deck clearing blaster, some knives, a few grenades. Hmm. A few stimms should also prove useful.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

"Yes."
Her answer came immediately. No hesitation. She wasn't certain she'd survive, of course. Survival was never guaranteed. Not to a soldier, not even to a Princess. But she was sure she could handle whatever was in there. She had Owain. She could handle anything with Owain.
She smoothed her black tunic, fixed her braided hair, dusted off her leggings. She was ready. She was scared, so very scared, but she was ready.

"Owain," she called back, "Did you find anything?"

[member="Owain"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

Coryth then nodded in response to Felicity. "Okay, then I will stay. Promise me, you'll be careful out there. I don't want anything to happen to either of you."

Staying behind wasn't ideal, but the tiny Jedi knew too well she would only slow them down in the state that she was in. Right now, this was the best path. The best option for all involved. "There is one thing though...." She said softly, as she reached to the pendant around her neck. It had been a gift from Siobhan Kerrigan. Though, it was not just a piece of jewelry. "This is a single shot, holdout bolter. Close range only. A last resort weapon. Please, take it with you. I'll be fine here in the ship. But you, since I can't be there, it would make me feel better if you took it with you." Curling the chain into her hand, she reached out and offered it to Felicity.

[member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

Small hands curled around the chain. She really should get one of these for herself, honestly. All the kidnappings she'd gone through were starting to get serious. People might think twice about snatching her out of bed if she had something like this around her neck.

"Thanks. I'll only use it if I have to."

She really hoped she did not have to. She pulled it on around her neck and tucked it under her tunic.

"Owain, hurry up! We're leaving!" she called down the hall, then turned her attention back once more to Master Elaris. "We'll be fine. Owain's got me to protect him."

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Owain"]

 

[Coryth Elaris]

"You're quite welcome Felicity." It gave Coryth peace of mind, to let the young woman borrow that particular weapon from her. "I sincerely hope, you will not need it out there. Nonetheless, I'd rather you have it, and not need it. Than need it and not have it."

She glanced back to Owain, and then to Felicity, "Be safe, both of you." She said finally as she settled back down in her seat, trying to relax. The tiny Jedi figured she'd return to the bed after the both of them had left, and try to get some more much needed rest.

[member="Felicity Mason"] | [member="Owain"]

 

[Owain]

Owain stomped into the cockpit, a walking armoury. He wore the old armour his uncle had given him, and had two large duffel bags slung over each arm. "Found a few things, yeah," he replied. "Wasn't sure what you wanted, so took a bit of everything." Wher ehad Keter gotten some of this stuff? It was illegal or so old as to be considered a relic. Then again, best not question the mere existence of that blond cyborg, never mind what he got upto. Exactly how that...man...had fathered a girl as lovely as Felicity continued to elude him. He nodded at the redhead accompanying them. "Of course, Master Elaris. After all, we'll have you providing support from back here, right?"

A ship could offer a quick getaway, or provide scanning support, or maybe even fire support if it came to it?

[member="Coryth Elaris"] [member="Felicity Mason"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

"Owain..." she eyed the bags suspiciously, but said nothing else. Who knew what else would be needed in there? Only a few had escaped so far, and what little she had heard from them was... odd. It made her nervous, walking into a situation she knew so little about. Still, she knew about as much walking into the invasion of Naboo. It could be worse. It could always be worse.

"Did my father have a lightsaber back there?"
She knew... a bit. Daddy showed her a little, and Cyril showed her a little too. With all that she knew together she was basically... padawan level at best, but it was still something. At her waist, she still had her knife as well, and Master Elaris's holdout bolter, if worse came to worse.

[member="Owain"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Owain]

"Doesn't he carry every saber he owns?" Owain asked, rolling his eyes. That man treated sabers like blasters - utterly expendable. It was actually kinda refreshing. The man didn't treat his weapon with the kind of reverence Owain saw in most Space Wizards. Small mercies. "Wait, you know how to use one of those things?" the youth asked incredulously, his eyes going wide. This girl was getting dangerous...

...perfect.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Felicity Mason]

The girl gave him a 'don't you believe me?' look. He didn't honestly know? Who did he think he father was? Like he was going to let his little girl wander the big bad Galaxy without at least knowing how to handle one of those deadly glowsticks.

"So, he didn't leave one on board?" she clarified, "That's fine. Give me a blaster then. Something light."

She held out her hand expectantly. Well, she couldn't be expected to go in there with just a knife and a dangerous necklace, right?

[member="Owain"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]

 

[Owain]

Feeling somewhat foolish at the look she gave him (how did she do it? Only parents should be able to pull off looks like that!) Owain reached into one of the bags and pulled out a pair of blaster pistols in their holsters, idly passing them to the blonde. "Blaster too? Bit big but has greater range," he offered. "Want some grenades too? You never know when a thermal detonator can come in handy." Indeed. His training had certainly drilled that into his skull. Explosives were always useful.

[member="Felicity Mason"] [member="Coryth Elaris"]