Corruption[Kwenn Space Station]

[Tathra Khaeus]

The Matador moved forward, holding his saber in a defensive stance as a stray blaster bolt met the orange blaze; with a swift turn of his wrist he reflected the shot back from whence it had came, knocking down a thug who foolishly fired at him as he tried to run. The Matador stood, the fire from the nearby buildings shimmering against the metal plates of his armour. He stopped, turning to his comrades. His arms fell slightly, looking at his trandoshan companion with some slight awe. He felt a strange pang of disgust mixed with a numb feeling of compliance. It wasn't anything he hadn't expected, even so seeing brutality from something other than his own hands was strange.

For a moment, he lost focus on the situation. Perhaps, his feral brutality didn't look so different. Then he heard it, a inhuman scream as a woman carrying a child ran from a group of bandits. She had jewellry wrapped in her hands, perhaps that was what they were after. The Matador insinctually moved, sprinting forward at a diagonal to reach them. Somehow, the whailing of the mother and her child had flipped an instinctual switch inside of him.

The mother looked to him, seeing this behemoth charging towards her; her small legs carrying her and her child as quickly as they could, dashing past the fire and wreckage and bodies. Her eyes lingered on him, her face was full of fear. Then, turned blank as a single sound ringed out. Her face became blank as a smouldering hole appeared in her chest, her body still cradling the child. The Matador stopped, his head jerked back in surprise. Thinking of his own mother, the only memory of her he had. His grip tightened around his saber as he slashed in an upward arch, cutting the first of the six men that had been chasing her in two.

He spun his saber in his left hand, and struck forward thrusting his saber into the chest of the second and with a wide arching streak cut down three others. The wide strike carried so much momentum that it temporarily left his guard open, as one of the bandits rushed at him. The flames had coated the area in smoke, hiding the bandits identity from him momentarily. It was a large, beast. A wookie, standing quite a bit taller than him; threw its bodies weight into his chest and knocked him down. The kinetic force caused his head to hit the ground hard, the metal bruising his head. He grimaced, as he observed the large creature bearing down on him, crushing him under its weight and it's fists hammering down on him. The Matador almost lay limply in submission to the vicious attack. He roared through gritted teeth, throwing up his metal crushgaunt up at the wookie; latching onto its throat and squeezing down as hard as he could. The animal panicked, grasping for air at the hand that almost seemed immovable. The Matador reached for his saber, calling it to him with the force before the only other remaining bandit tried to grab it. He slashed at the wookies side, weakening it enough to throw it off of him.

He pushed himself to his feet, cracking the skull of the other bandit with a backhanded strike from his crushgaunt. The Matador hunched over himself, turning on his heel and slashing up the spine of the wookie, trying to return to its feet.

[member="Causstik Rahn"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Nyseth]

About the only thing still working was the artificial gravity generator, and [member="Aver Brand"] had her doubts about how long the backup was going to hold out.

The access tunnel had no light. Nyseth stopped just before an intersection in the tunnel. There was a path straight ahead. However, a path ran vertically from up to down before Nyseth. He took a peek down the pitch black shaft.

A breath of wind followed.

SLAM

[member="Mythos"] landed in the maintenance tunnel.

After peeking back to see a glowing blade, Nyseth pushed Rachael forward. She began to fall into the shaft before him. He second hand reached into his leather jacket.

“Ny!” screamed Rachael.

Just as Rachael left his arm and began to fall down the shaft, a series of events happened in a split second.

Through an invisible force, Nyseth slammed into the upper wall of the service tunnel. Then,

BWOOOOOooooooooooooo

Earlier one by one, the floors of the station powered down except for the oxygen system and the life support. Mythos’s men had followed his orders to the letter.

Artificial gravity - critical to the normal function of a space station and the mechanical integrity of some of the station’s amenities. But not critical to life and health.

The artificial gravity generators ran on temporary power since Mythos’s men cut the utility power. Now that temporary power had ran out.

At least inside the service tunnels, gravity lost its hold inside the station.

Nyseth did not fall. The wall of the service tunnel that Nyseth struck buckled. A great amount of powder and crushed capsule shells flew out of Nyseth’s hand.

Mythos’s saber slashed at the space Nyseth occupied just a second ago. The close quarters would have his lightsaber scrapping the metal walls of the tunnel. Molten metal flew around.

And one spark met the cloud of powder.

FWOOSH

A fireball materialized in front of Nyseth and Mythos. A dust explosion. The force of it punched Nyseth through the already compromised service tunnel wall. Without gravity to stop him, he continued to fly up – striking several lines of pipe.

 

[Aver Brand]

Despite allusions to face-bitery, the merc Emma had asked for help turned out nice enough. He shrugged at the rest of his team before trudging off after the girl. They were competent lads, these Clan soldiers. He’d find his way back – he’d have to, really, because by the time he’d given the Lieutenant a boost and replaced the grate, the squad and its grim-faced leader were shooting up the docks.

Since their arrival, the three platoons had dispersed throughout the station, led deeper by the reported Sith and/or Jedi. The boss didn’t care – the few guards that had stayed behind were quickly cut down. Chop chop chop. Clan soldiers excelled in urban warfare and dirty tactics. Normal soldiers? Not so much.

In the wake of twitching bodies, the group advanced at a steady pace into a ship. Couldn’t really retract the landing tubes when the power was out. Whoopsie-do.


[member="Slevin Thawne"]

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"]

The vent was small.

Very small.

That was to be expected, and Emma was used to crawling around tight and cramped spaces, but for some reason she felt that this was a bit more ridiculous than the times she'd done it before. Maybe because of the situation, or maybe because she had no actual idea where she was going. A frown pulled at her lips as she wiggled forward another few feet, dragging her backpack behind her as she moved through the tight vent. Her lips thinned even further as she spotted the drop up ahead.

"Hummm." She said to herself.

The tiny assassin managed to prod her head forward, poking it into the ventilation shaft and letting out a quiet sigh as she pulled herself into the dropping alcove. Her hands pressed against the sides of the vents and she supported herself there, pulling her communicator from her belt pouch a second later.

"Okay I'm here..." Emma frowned as she looked at the map of the ship. "I need to be here."

She looked down, and then up. "Which way is that though."

Her frown deepened.

 

[Aver Brand]

The ship was big.

Very big.

And for someone else – most anyone else, really – that’d be a problem. A big problem, if you will. For this boss, this red-tinted queen of a merc marching her soldiers onboard of the Immortal… it was nothing less and nothing more than a stroll down memory lane.

Her face behind the helmet was curled into a grin.

Other folks would get lost on a vessel this massive without the layout – not Aver. She led her people swift and sure deeper into the dreadnought, systematically dispatching the remaining security. A valiant attempt to stop her, but they were mere sandcastles standing in the way of the tide.

Her target? The bridge.

[member="Slevin Thawne"]| [member="Mythos"]​

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"]

Emma wasn't going for the bridge, that would be redundant.

Aver and had band of mutilating mutants could murder their way up and down the ship, but she wouldn't be following along. Her brother had a thing for that sort of thing, but Nikolas wasn't here and she'd always thought that he was a bit...unprofessional. It was a thought he'd never express out loud, though she and Teslyn did joke about it when he wasn't around.

Sibling rivalry and all.

A small smile quirked on her lips as she continued to wiggle through the vents, dropping down onto the level she needed and quickly squeezing herself into the proper path. After a few moments more she began to crawl forward, pulling herself forward and finding herself face to face with a heavy metal grate. She frowned for a moment, peering through the low light before she eventually reached her fingers through the grate and grasped onto it. With a hard push she dislodged the metal, slipping out of the vent and dropping onto the floor.

A muted thud drew no attention, her blade slowly drawn from the small of her back. Her lip curled into a snarl as she placed the grate onto the ground, stepping forward and behind one of the guards within the room. A breath passed from her lips, and then suddenly the man was dead on the ground, his throat slit. The other man quickly followed, blade buried within his unmasked face.

"Now." She said as she pulled the socket spike from her lips. "Lets see where you are."

The Control core of the ship would let her access almost every system here, including the hyperdrive.

 

[Aver Brand]

[member="Slevin Thawne"]

Far as she could tell, they’d already smashed whatever relevant number of security personnel remained on the ship. By and large, the forces [member="Mythos"] had brought were wreaking havoc amongst the civilian population of Kwenn that – naturally – far outnumbered the scant few criminals lurking about.

That was going to be one nasty pile of paperwork back in CSA. The merc shoved away the shudder of flashbacks. Another corridor, another blast door.

She was counting down in minutes now, the steady shadow of a smile cast over her face. The soldiers split into two groups and got into position as the last barrier gave way under the roaring flames of a shaped charge. A few scattered bursts of laserfire poured out through the smoke – the mercenaries waited.

A breath, two, and then came the pause. Everyone burst in, gunning down the last couple officers holding their ground. Gear could matter a whole lot when it came to spotting the enemy, and the soldiers were all equipped with the cutting-edge illegal tech.

The unfair perk of strolling on the unregulated side of the fence.

“Take the bridge.”

 

[Mythos]

Location: The land of second Degree burns
Objective: Tag Baddie #1

His target moved in ways that Mythos did not understand, he dropped was seemed to be a woman into a duct. If Mythos had been more observant he would notice that perhaps she was the important one. He did not care... he was after the hunt and the kill... He wanted to kill but he knew this subject needed to be brought alive...

What happened next was so fast and so violent even with the power of the dark side of the force Mythos could do nothing but watch. First his attack landed and smashed his prey into the wall with sufficient force to rattle his brain, then something fell off the jacket of his target to what seemed to him to be drugs or some kind of dust...

Then he saw helplessly as the spark of his lightsaber slowly floated into the dust and ignited into a powerful explosion. Mythos had two choices, hang on to a durasteel tube and endure the fire and the explosion or fall back and let the kinetic blast throw him back loosing the lead he had on his prey. He chose the former.

He grabbed a hold of a tube, hanging on for dear life as the impact of the explosion and the flames licked his body. The durasteel mouthguard heated up and began to burn his face, he was lucky the thermal detonator in his pack did not explode. When the explosion subsided Mythos remained there, scarred and burned with second degree burns in several parts of his body... but this man was sith lord with runes carved in his body that were so painful only Bota allowed him to sleep at nights.

He readied to continiue chase when he noticed that the artificial gravity was shut off. "Perfect timing" he cursed under his breath but still he remained like a prowling beast ready to hunt for the kill... but he couldn't kill him... he needed to be brought back alive.

He planted his boots on the durasteel surface to find good support and then blasted off literally flying in zero gravity. His earcom rang. "My Lord! The Immortal!" Static silence. Mythos bounced off from wall to wall increasing his speed and focused on closing the distance and arriving at where his foe floated but he was listening. "We are being overru-" Static Silence, he could hear blasterfire.

With one hand he set his coms. "This is Alpha Seven Command Post Control, the Immortal is Compromised. Handle it" and broke comms. Command post control was the flagship in the sky. [member="Veiere Arenais"] would get the signal and hear the messege. The show was now his to run... Mythos had a bad guy to catch.

He saw him and when his eyes met his target he unleashed a force jump that would close that distance in incredible speed lightsaber ignited. When he got close his attack would be nonlethal but absolutley terrifying. The blue blade would slice through the sides of the helmet and the top, break the visor and crack it beyond recognition, if his target resisted Mythos would simply decapitate him. After that it was smashing his head against the tube and puttting the cuffs on him.

If he was able to tag this nerf herding son of a bantha he would give the order to power up the station shortly after taking him back to [member="Darlyn Excron"]

[member="Veiere Arenais"] [member="Aver Brand"] [member="Nyseth"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Spoiler

My Apologies for the wait, [member="Lady Kay"] has been on Holiday and other Priorities have had me distracted.

Grand Admiral of the CSA - Vikras Ansion
Commenori Receiver - Super Carrier
Civilian Pilot - Captain Terrac

"What did you just say?!"

Vikras Ansion turned sharply to his Comm's Officer with a fierce look of frustration towards the younger male, he of whom stuttered in his initial speach yet continued to announce the transmission that had been forwarded to them. "Unknown assailants have boarded The Immortal, Admiral. They're trying to-..." He was quickly silenced by the Grand Admirals waving hand in dismissal.

"How in the seven hells did the Immortal get here and who left the bloody thing Vulnerable..." His words were muttered under his breath, his expression having gone tense from the sudden weight of the relayed intelligence. Someone was going to get court marshaled if they were to return to Commenor and he would make damn sure the Immortal be returned to the protected custody of the Systems Alliance where it should have remained. The last of it's kind and they had been able to get their hands on the great vessel through the affiliation with Clan Raxis and the RMIA. This incident was quickly becoming an embarrassment for the Commenori Navy.

"Veiere..." Vikras spoke, approaching the back of the Jedi Master, Commenor's King and over all authority across their military actions with their Queen down somewhere on the Station. This Criminal element had caught them off guard and the lack of organization and poor choices in intercepting the rogue element had gone and made things ten times worse. Now somewhere in that Station, Veiere's wife and Commenor's future was caught up amidst a battle that from the outside they could have no real way of judging the damages of.

"The Immortal's been compromised and this isn't the QueensGuard...-Our Fighters can only do so much against a vessel with those armaments but the Receiver's a support and law enforcement vessel before she's ever a front-lines assault Carrier. We're going to be quickly over-powered if we don't keep them from leaving the station...".

Sighing, Veiere knew what Vikras was getting at, though his eyes never left the viewing panel that overlooked the station from afar. "We can't risk letting that Vessel get into the hands of Criminals. We don't have much of a choice here. Have the Squadrons scramble immediately...-Focus Ion Weapons fire on the Thrusters and Primary systems. Order the crew on board to deactivate shields and ensure she's crippled. We can handle her return to Commenor later...".

"Agreed..." Vikras responded apprehensively, turning back to his crew and beginning to organize their assault against the Commenori Vessel.

Meanwhile, Veiere continued to watch over the station; somewhere down there his wife was at risk and their Wedding Rings, imbued with the Force and strengthening their connection to one another kept him hopeful that she was keeping herself as safe as possible, somehow. A long time ago they had helped [member="Kendall Ginn"] return Kwenn Station to it's premium state that it was today, invested millions of credits into it that the people might be provided for and at the agreement that Commenor (A single world government back then) gained 40% of it's shares while Kwenn itself maintained majority ownership over the Spacestation. With the Queen of Commenor down there in the position she was in, the damage that had been done and now the Immortal of all vessels, it was turning out to be an incredibly dangerous situation, more so than one should expect from mere rogues.

"What a damned mess...".

[member="Nyseth"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

[member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]

Emma quietly began to hum to herself as she placed the Socket Spike on her head.

The instant the system sprang to life she froze into place, her hands locked on the console in front of her and her eyes focusing on the small lines of code that ran over the HUD. A small smile twerked her lip and she quickly began to get to work, accessing system after system.

Slamming doors echoed throughout the vessel as Emma slipped herself into The Immortal's security system, blast doors sealing and corridors quickly finding themselves closed. The mechanisms were easy enough to manipulate, she just had to make the ship's systems think that there was a hull-breach...or rather quite a few hull breaches. The doors slammed shut, and quickly Emma moved. There was an objective here, and quickly she accessed system after system within the datacore.

"This would..." She trailed off for a moment as she frowned, her eyebrow quirking for just a moment.

It seemed that the systems aboard The Immortal weren't exactly original, whomever owned this vessel had installed their own parameters and command lines, but that wasn't too out of the ordinary. She frowned slightly as she peeked at the sensor systems, acknowledging that another ship had made it into the space near Kwenn Station.

She frowned for a moment in consideration.

Her father had already left the station, and as far as she knew no one else important was aboard Kwenn. The young woman tapped her fingernails on the edge of the console, and then blinked twice. Letting out a sigh Emma began to dig through systems once more, her fingers prompting the keys in front of her as The Immortals Hyperdrive began to spool up.

 

[Aver Brand]

Been a long time since she’d last stood on the bridge of a warship. Decades, even.

“Twenty karking years…”

“Boss?”

She shook her head. Chuckled. “Forget it, Sadrov. How’s it look like?”

The older trandoshan grinned, slicking back his red spines. “Weeell—” he drawled out, like always, “turns out most of the crew’s willing to work for creds. And, y’know… not dyin’.”

“And?”

“And the Coratanni’s got the hyperdrive online. Warming up though. Whalodon of a ship like this, takes a while. The rebel folks managed to knock out one of the shield generators, but we got ‘em before they managed to do the other one.”

The mercenary nodded, reloading her blasters with methodical precision. “And?”

Sadrov frowned. “Weeell…” He smacked his lips, worrying a tooth with the fork of his tongue. “That Commenori carrier thing? Spat out a bunch of squadrons. Headed for us, looks like.”

“Mm. They were gonna find out sooner or later. Get the cannon going, Sad.”

“What’s that now? What cannon?”

Aver placed a firm hand on his shoulder – twisted his body so he could see out the viewport.

“O… Oh. That cannon. Is that a…?”

“Yep. Proton Beam, baby. Drop an Immortal in our lap? Shet, you gonna be an idiot, you gonna pay the price.”

She waved down another pair of mercs. “Help Sad out with the cannon. Soon as it’s ready, punch a hole through that carrier.”

“With pleasure, boss.”

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"]​

 

[Kay-Larr]

((Sorry for my delay. Was on vacation and now dealing with jet lag))


Kay was indeed on the station. She was waiting for ger orders to be followed and for the main power to be put back online. [member="Mythos"] was not going to just walk away from this when it was over. His intentions and heart were in the right place, but his methods were wrong. Some people were better at thinking on their feet than others.

[member="Veiere Arenais"] came to mind just then. He was close and he was both frustrated and worried. Kay turned to [member="Boo Chiyo"] as she got up from the table. "I have a feeling that we're not going to get the meeting that I was hoping for. Something's very wrong. We should go back and rendezvous with my husband." She put down her tea and signalled to the guards watching over them to follow as she headed out of the room to the corridor. She took out her commlink and signalled Veiere. ~Veiere, I'm coming to meet you. I'm heading to the Free Lady and we're heading out of the docking bay shortly. Let your crew know.~

Hopefully [member="Darlyn Excron"] and Mythos could manage. Although she had no intention of going home just yet, she needed to know more about what was going on. The people that had taken control of Kwenn Station and it's citizens were not the average criminals. No doubt they wouldn't listen to her at all if they came face to face, let alone contact by any other means. She needed time to plan out a strategy to best them and she needed others to brainstorm with.

Minutes later they were in the Free Lady and on their way out.

 

[Darlyn Excron]

• Location: The Hangar Bay - The Immortal
• Objective: Fix Everything
• Equipment: Lightsabers and blaster linked in description, Mandalores Armor, and "Death Special" and 8 soldiers' worth of thermal detonators.

Sometimes Darlyn's considerations of quitting his luxurious government job in favor of the rough life of a bounty hunter unbound by government and politics was less a nostalgic look at the past few years of his life and more a wishful daydream offset by his loyalty to his employer. Still, as he was wandering back to the Immortal to take his leave of this sloppy affair, flanked by a squad of eight Commenori Regulars, he received the distress call of the Immortal and its crew. Well, Mythos really had outdone himself. Didn't even lock the damn thing down. Darlyn sighed and motioned to the Regulars, indicating a well enough understood symbol between them. Explosives, all of them, now. So one by one each member handed him a full soldier's worth of thermal detonators, and a large enough bag to hold them all with, before he sent them off to do different jobs, such as shutting the hangar blast doors. Honestly with the ship making almost no effort to leave, it was surprisingly easy.

So, while the soldiers made their way, perhaps fighting, to engage the hangar blast doors, Darlyn did something far more entertaining to his sensibilities. Approaching the Immortal's landing ramp, he reached out with the force, clamping it down on the locks holding the ramp up, causing it to slam down if it attempted to pull up, and preventing them from denying him entry to his own ship. With his expertise in lightning, focusing his control of the force was paramount after all, so while he couldn't pull the ramp down he could keep them from pulling it up. His beskar boots clanged on the ground as he began to enter, finding himself quickly facing blast doors he did not have codes to override. Smirking to himself, he did what any self respecting darksider would do, and drew his yellow lightsaber, along with the blue.

Two powerful weapons, even a blast door would take perhaps half a minute to have its lock destroyed, or a hole cut large enough for him to slip through. And so it was that he would begin making his way through the ship slowly, using his recollection of the ship's layout to make a beeline straight for the Hyperdrive. Without resistance it would take very little time, relatively anyways, to literally cut his way through the ship. After all he wasn't entirely focused on destroying the doors, breaking the locks so he could force it open sufficed just fine. This would, hopefully, cause problems for the invading group, especially if they failed to leave the station as the Regulars closed the hangar blast doors.

"Hey Veiere, I want it noted this one isn't my fault." He sent over the encrypted channel, as he made himself a hassle.


[member="Mythos"] |[member="Yu Praji"] | [member="The Prince"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Helix Syndicate"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Nyseth"] | [member="Lady Kay"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="The Matador"]

 

[WolfMortum]

Grand Admiral of the CSA: Vikras Ansion
Naval Vessel: Commenori Receiver - Super Carrier

The Commenori were a people whom were proud of their integrity, their ideals that the Systems Alliance stood for were captivated by the men and women in service to the crown. The Navy and Armed Forces were too no exception to this and though The Dreadnought might have fallen into the hands of the Cabal, the crew on board were not all so weak hearted as this rogue entity would have themselves believe. Whether or not some few would give in to the promise of credits in the face of adversity, others would take to rebellion aboard the grandiose vessel making it difficult for but a handful of rabble to try to adequately command such a massive Starship; her armaments would take time to charge and to operate, targeting stations and the sensory array needing to be commandeered were they to appropriate the co-ordinates of the Super Carrier with any real accuracy.

A battle of wills was being fought there within the Immortal and with [member="Darlyn Excron"] on station now, Veiere Arenais would be relieved to hear the mans voice shouting through the comm's static against the background sounds of fighting and disarray. He had a knack for causing trouble, their minister of justice and the man responsible for the Capital Worlds decline in criminality, his antics were anything but graceful yet there was a usefulness to his extremist ways especially in times such as these.

"Alliance vessel on Sensors!"

"Get a read on her" The Lieutenant beside Admiral Ansion responded sharply.

"It's the Free Lady, Sir...".

"Get her on board then" Vikras responded while Veiere turned to nod approvingly in the Admirals direction, relieved that [member="Lady Kay"] had escaped the Facility. The Immortal was still docked and with their hyperdrive building up in power, everything within and around the orbit of the installation would be put at risk.

​"Darlyn..." Veiere spoke up, raising his voice to the Comm's transmission between them that their compatriot would hear his instructions, "The Immortal's shields are down, our Fighters are inbound to hit the thrusters and cripple her but if the Hyper-drive ignites, everything on station will be lost. We can't penetrate the hull without killing our own people, I need you to make sure that ship goes offline..."

[member="Nyseth"] | [member="Mythos"] | [member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Lady Kay"]​

[member="Darlyn Excron"] | [member="Narbo"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Boo Chiyo"] | [member="The Matador"] | [member="Causstik Rahn"]​

 

[Subject 37]

[member="Veiere Arenais"] | [member="Aver Brand"] | [member="Darlyn Excron"]

A gentle hum pulled from her throat as she pressed a few more keys, the socket spike still on her face.

Emma was keenly aware that someone was making their way through the ship, cutting through blast doors. Of course it would take them quite some time to actually reach anywhere, the Immortal was a ship almost two thousand meters wide and had been docked against Kwenn Station. Cutting ones way through dozens, of thick durasteel blast doors would take time, even with a lightsaber held by a very keen hand.

What did give her concern however was the fighters swarming towards them.

The ships shields were down, it's weapons were firing, but it's engines were exposed. An Immortal wasn't a fast ship, not in any sense of the word. Uncoupling themselves from the station would take time, especially if they tried to do it properly. Yet another stroke of luck had found them. Kwenn Station was only near Kwenn, not in it's orbit. That meant that The Immortal was not situated within the planets gravity well, which also meant that when the ships Hyperdri-

A loud ping rang out from one of the consoles.

"Hope you're off that station dad." Emma said as she leaned forward.

A wipe of her hand sent the nav data to the computer, a point just inside of Sith space directly to the galactic north. The young woman smiled, and then pressed the small key to her left before calling to Aver on her radio. "The hyperdrive is operational. You need to activate it from the bridge.

Her lips thinned as external sensors blared to life, screaming of encroaching fighters already blasting away.

 

[Aver Brand]

There was a practical reason for the tendency of ancient Sith Lords to brood on bridges of Star Destroyers.

Control.

Aver had the heart of the Immortal in her grasp. Her people were spreading through its corridors like a plague, gunning down or knocking out the rebellious crew. The Coratanni kid was out of sight, working her magic with the encryption and computer security. Important ship like this – a dreadnought, really – you’d want to make sure it was as safe from greedy hands as possible.

But sometimes, those greedy hands were simply too capable.

:: The hyperdrive is operational. You need to activate it from the bridge.::

Turning her gaze from the plummeting numbers indicating the energy of the backup shielding, the mercenary gave a sharp nod to the men who had commandeered the bridge.

“Get her ready for a jump, boys. Vjun system.”

Far outside of royal Commenori reach, and just close enough for comfort. The boss smiled behind her faceplate, and swung the rifle from her back. “Anything comes up, comm me.”

Even as she headed back down into the corridors, the merc maintained one clear advantage over [member="Darlyn Excron"]. In this hunt, he was the mouse scurrying through the maze – she, patched into the camera feeds of the ship, had a god’s overview of this labyrinth.

A few moments after her armored form disappeared from the bridge, the pinpricks of stars began to stretch out into a blue infinity.

[member="Slevin Thawne"] | [member="Veiere Arenais"]​

 

[Placeholder 0128]

Location: Kwenn Landing Port
Allies: [member="Ryan Korr"], Gorn
Target: [member="Mythos"]

The soldier had agreed to stay at the ship. The Trandoshan had not.

"Ssshouldn't we stay out of this? Not that I am complaining; the more jagganath pointsss the better Ghrakhowsssk." Gorn hissed. The Trandoshan pulled his lips back to reveal two lines of murderously sharp teeth in a macabre imitation of a smile. Cedric met it with a raised brow. "You don't care who we kill then, only that we do?"

"You make me sound corrupt. I only hunt as the Ssscorekeeper asks it of me," Gorn gave the Jedi a faint nod and hoisted his rifle up into his arms. "Don't you do the same with the Force?" Gorn forced the party to come to a halt at the doors leading to the hanger's exit.

Cedric shook his head. "The Force only requires me to end a life when it's necessary. It doesn't tell me to kill indiscriminately. Master Korr can attest to that," Cedric nodded toward the Jedi Master that had opted to accompany them. The conclave had not gone as the two men as wished, but it'd moved in the direction they expected. The order would not be reunited; that did not mean that the two men weren't going to continue to work toward that goal.

Cedric had busied himself with studying at the various temples in the sector. It had been only coincidence that Kwenn came under attack while he was on Commenor, and coincidence further when [member="Ryan Korr"] had been in the area to receive the distress call as well.

The two had met briefly before agreeing to make the trip to Kwenn together. It was always better to travel in a group with situations like this.

"The Ssscorekeeper does the same. I hunt targets that are worthy Missster Grayssson; now I kill what you kill. It all works out in the end." The door slid open as Gorn turned toward his two companions. "Oh, I'm Gorn by the way," the lizard rumbled with dry laughter. "I know Missster Grayssson is a bit too busssy to make proper introductionsss." Gorn gave Ryan that toothy grin of his.

"Now, you two sssay you sssaw a holovid of a dead Sssith Lord here?"

"Lord Mythos. He died on Atrisia to fuel the storm my father created. He shouldn't be back."

"But he isss. How isss that?"

"There's a darker side to the Force that twists the natural realm Gorn. Mythos' return is an affront to the natural order of things."

"The Ssscorekeeper has no dark ssside."

"I think your Scorekeeper has a bit of both."

The datapad strapped to Cedric's forearm beeped as it received an update. "Looks like he's still in the club," Cedric mused as he looked over the contents. "We'll need to work with the Commenori. Secure whatever civilians we can, protect the station, deal with the Sith Lord, and then mop up any remaining elements that need dealing with."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Location: Kwenn Landing Port
Allies: [member="Cedric Grayson"], Gorn
Target: [member="Mythos"]

Korr rubbed the bridge of his nose. He chalked up the headache to hyperspace transit, though the sight of two battle cruisers and squadrons of starfighters clashing near the station did nothing to help.

"An Immortal-class?" he muttered to himself.

The Jedi almost asked why they let it dock, then remembered that when it came to giant battlecruisers demanding compliance from space stations, the space stations really didn't have much of a choice. If that was, in fact, what had happened.

The other warship bore Commenori markings. What exactly were they doing out here, so far from their homeworld?

Many questions and as yet Korr remained answerless. He took in a breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to let the stress exit his body. Other Jedi found meditation easy to slide into, but for Korr the art of stilling one's mind had always proved troublesome. He had a feeling the day would not improve that sentiment.

Grayson's companion, a T'doshok, proved interesting if slightly unsettling. At face value, killing to up one's score in a point-based system came across as monstrous. Recharacterizing it as an honor-based religion altered that perception. Somewhat. Then again, how many Jedi had Korr known that were quick to use the saber and asked questions later, usually to amputees.

He'd hoped that the one good thing that might come of the Order's fragmenting was that the bad deeds would sink while the good came up.

He was wrong.

The auburn haired Jedi frowned slightly at Grayson's words. "Indeed. Perhaps we'll be in time to detain him."

They entered a station that had gone dark. Powerless. Grimacing, Korr activated the thinsuit he wore beneath his robes, slipping a breath mask over his head in case they entered a corridor that lacked oxygen.

"Everything's powered down. A speeder would make things easier." He pointed to a series of abandoned speeder bikes laying near the landing port.

 

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Location: Tunnels
Ally: [member="Ryan Korr"], Gorn
Target: [member="Mythos"]

The two Jedi had opted to wear some form of atmospheric protection; Gorn had decided that his superior biology was good enough without the need for technology. The Trandoshan seemed content to run on the flames of his perceived sense of invincibility. Cedric had no intention of stripping that confidence away from him. Not yet.
"That or he kills us all," Cedric snickered as they approached the bikes. "I never met Lord Mythos personally; I was only ever told stories about him. Evidently my father defeated him in single combat, and used his forces to lead an attack on the Sith capital."

Gorn huffed as he managed to stumble his way through one of the bike's start up sequences. "Good idea with the ssspeeders there red hair."

Cedric mimicked the alien, though the process was far quicker and less loud when he did it. "He gave his life to fuel the storm on Atrisia. I don't know how stable he'll be after that," Cedric's brow furrowed. As much as he spoke of the events that transpired on that world, he'd never actually taken the time to visit it. To see it for himself. Talking about it now made something in his gut feel uneasy.

"Best to keep your weapons close when we approach."

 

[Tydeus of Tion]

Kwenn Station
Tunnels

"Thank you, but if we can let's do our best to preserve them so they can be returned to their owners."

Korr hotwired the speeder. A few sparks later the engine came to life. He straddled the speeder, testing the engine with a few revolutions. It would do.

He frowned at [member="Cedric Grayson"]'s words.

"Let's hope there will be no Force Storms today."

If one were to coalesce inside the station it would almost certainly kill everyone present. The Dark Side technique was indiscriminate and immensely destructive.

Then they were off, zipping through the levels of Kwenn, in search of @Mythos.