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Public Cowboy Bebop (The Scar Worlds)

A lot of people were needing assistance and her ship was able to help. Moving through the Wayfinder Brooke was doing her best to see who needed what. The blonde was being directed, in no small part, by the Force. She wanted to put herself where she was needed the most. She understood that part of that was just being aboard this vessel and helping the refugees but there had to be somewhere else her magick, and her songs could be useful.

What she was finding in the Force was a lot of chaos. She hoped the away teams had better luck, but somehow she doubted it. That was until she got around the bend into one of the more heavy triage areas. A large, yes, even for a Wookiee, Wookiee was rampaging. He had no weapons, but a large Wookiee on a minor miscalculation of medication was nothing to shake a stick at.

"Whoa." Brooke called as she moved quickly. One of the security forces were thrown to the wall as she ran in. Aided by the Force, the blonde slid in and put her hands up. Whispering a spell of magick a small barrier came before her as the next swing from the Wookiee was aimed at her. "Focus my friend." She whispered, holding the spell for another swing.

As a guard got behind the Wookiee, he moved and Brooke moved again, almost reaching out to send a vibration into the knee of the Wookiee, she didn't wish to injure him any farther. A small tune came from her lips as the guard was dodging another blow. One of charming and calm. Moving she put herself closer to the Wookiee. Doing her best to calm the being.

Soon the guards and Brooke had the Wookiee sitting up in a chair, calm and collected.

"Thanks for your help…" The guard said, the one who was thrown across the room.

"Its my pleasure." Brooke said, with a smile as she remained nearby for the short term.
 
The Jedi Master was excited to see Tessa here. She was a good kid. Her father's daughter for certain. And the way she was able to work through some of the subsystems? Well, more the hard ware systems? That was something she wasn't just taught. Experienced and almost an inborn skill. A thief skill, for sure, but well, Sedaire was a Corellian and Rim family, same as the Starchasers, had to survive some how.

The Force could only get someone so far, and that was a lesson his kids knew much better than he did. Even now, the Elder Starchaser was using the Force for things that Drake most likely wouldn't. The Dayarkian was a man of many traits, and he was a great problem solver, and someone Coren would always follow.

Looking back at the view one more time, he nodded. A wave over toe the Shortfin as they pulled in a little closer. The other ships were going to have to provide the big guns, but having something nimble that can get in close? It counted for a lot.

"Looks like we are now officially on the clock." Coren muttered as he brought out a glow rod. Not his lightsaber, no need for that show, but the amber light of the rod did help. "Fuel'll be down near engineering. I can focus on that."

Tessa Sedaire Tessa Sedaire Atlas Drake Atlas Drake
 

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"I'll take a look at the main cargo hold," Drake nodded, "Captain Sedaire, see if you can find the bridge. There could be flight data left in her navcom."

Glowlamps bathed a relatively intact ship corridor in soft illumination. While the trio of scavengers discussed their strategy Atlas thought he saw something move behind Starchaser. His pulse quickened.

"What was that?"

Placing one hand on his blaster, the survey captain kept it holstered but ready to draw. He slowly moved down the corridor and shined his glowlamp around the corner. Chimes monitoring his vitals warned of a dangerous spike before slowly returning to normal. Exposure to vacuum kept the floating crewman's body relatively preserved.

"May your spirit find peace," he murmured an old Kathol prayer, "with Those Who Dwell Beyond the Veil."

Drake's comlink buzzed with static. Unintelligible distress calls from the Wayfinder after detecting laser fire from the unknown sensor contact aimed at the Vagabond and the beginning of a short range transmission burst aimed deeper into the asteroid field.
 

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