Drifter [CIS]

[Yvorre Morcade]

Aboard the Dauntless Ranger

The ship was roughly four thousand years old, and it had been drifting through that sector of space since the Cold War. Many sections had been compromised atmospherically, but about half of them remained intact. Those that were still sound were lined with skeletons and mummified bodies, all killed by either a blaster bolt or a vibroknife.

The room nearest to the center of the ship was unique - there was only one body. Cause of death, scattergun. And a carbonite slab, with a young woman trapped within. She appeared to be in pain, with one hand clenched over her left shoulder as though shot.

For four thousand years, the Dauntless Ranger had drifted in this section of space, surprisingly undiscovered. But now it was entering the Bothuwai system - home to Bothuwai itself, capital of the Confederacy of Independent Systems.

It would certainly raise a few eyebrows.

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @Any other CIS people

 

[Sanna Legra]

When word of a something that was discovered from around the time of her stasis hibernation came around, Sanna jumped at the chance to be among the firsts to be there to see what was inside. No way she wanted to miss out on any chance of finding something like herself, some piece of time lost from its own ear and now in this one. Despite what anyone else would say she'd not take no for an answer and, in the end, managed to nag her way into coming along.

When she and all other personnel who'd come along had finally reached the derelict and ancient ship she was eagerly sitting in the shuttle they used to board it. Dressed in a fitting space suit should the need for air arise she sat in her seat, constantly looking out and watching as they came closer and closer to it. For her it was almost like a holiday, one where there was likely a surprise, a good one she hoped, waiting for her and the rest of them once they found it. She was piratically bouncing off the edge of her seat.

@[member="Sierra Levonan"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

Aboard CIS Shuttle

Galaar stood clad in his well-used, well-worn dapple camo and personalized Katarn Armor. He had just gotten back from being marooned on Raxus Prime three days prior and was already back to work. He had been called in for this task, when a derelict ship of a 4,000 year model suddenly floated into Bothawui space the military was generally set on edge. Thats why Galaar was decked in his full gear, several dets, a verpine sniper rifle, his beloved Deecee and sword and of course the beloved strill; which sadly had to stay aboard the shuttle in case the ship was depressurized.

His face was completely hidden behind his Mandalorian-like helmet, the glowing blue T-shaped visor currently displaying any lifesigns aboard the ship. The suit was completely seal-able for vacuum with three hours of oxygen. This is from the Old Republic Era, older than me... Wonder if it has vintage caf in the cargo bay. Souvenirs would be lovely.

"Lets get this karking show on the road! Pilot get us closer, haar'chak!"

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="Sierra Levonan"]

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

The Dauntless Ranger

The ship continued to drift, but some ancient defense protocol attempted to activate and sent a few turbolaser blasts towards the approaching shuttle before the last dredges of the reserves were used up and the ship fell silent once again.

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Sanna Legra]

Seeing the turbooblasts coming towards them Sanna looked back to everyone and asked "I'm not really sure but should we worry about those things?" She pointed out the window so they could see as well. "They're not this time's idea of a torpedo are they?" she asked again, clearly having no idea if what was coming to them was good or bad, though a good portion thought it was bad.

@[member="Sierra Levonan"] @[member="Galaar CC-252"]

 

[Galaar Tal'Verda]

CIS Shuttle

Galaar quickly grabbed onto one of the stabilizers above him as the shuttle suddenly shook as a Turbolaser blast skimmed the shuttle. "Kark it all! I thought it was dead in space! Haar'chak demogolka ship." He prepared his blaster rifle now, attaching the assault rifle attachment to his Deecee and moved to the front of the shuttle. His Durasteel boot clapping on the ground nervously as the Strill made an odd chattering noise. "Alright, dociking in t-minus twenty seconds."

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @[member="Sierra Levonan"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest stood up slowly, stretching out. "Hey clone, didn't you get frozen for nine hundred years checking out a floating starship?" The Zabrak flashed a small grin before pulling his helm on. He rested a palm against the hilt of his blade, ready as he would ever get at this point. "If we end up frozen I'll laugh. If I ever thaw that is."

@[member="Galaar CC-252"] @Sanna Legra @Sierra Levonan

 

[Revenchent]

Calico awoke with a slight shudder. He had been content to let himself drift off into sleep for this brief little operation. In truth, it wasn't really an operation at all. Calico had joined in simply to link up with Galaar and make sure the younger clone was alright. He shook his head quickly as the bright light of the supposedly dead ship's weapons brought him into full awareness.

"Wh-....Ga'ika, di'kut, why didn't you wake me?" He grumbled: taking a moment to read over everything flooding his HUD. Nothing really new. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and undid the straps. "We docking or what?"


No need to be professional here. Its you and Galaar right now...and those other people. You can take a break now, maybe search up that Jedi from Tund.

@[member="Krest"]
@[member="Galaar CC-252"]
@[member="Sanna Legra"]
@[member="Sierra Levonan"]

 

[Sanna Legra]

Once docking procedures were done, having narrowly escaped from being shot out of space, Sanna waited for the rest of the crew to be fully ready before they proceeded over. She of course decided to let the clone commander take the lead while she stayed back to make sure this ship didn't have anymore surprises in store for them. Her space suit was secured in case of a ruptured hull while she had a spare lightsaber taken from the armory from the planet as a means of defense. Every little thing she thought she needed was around her as the idea of what could be waiting for them on this derelict ship was almost nail biting.

@Krest @Galaar CC-252 @Sierra Levonan @[member="Commander Calico CC-247"]

 

[Yvorre Morcade]

Dauntless Ranger

The old ship had very little power left - just enough to start up life-support when the boarding crew docked. The previous owner had considered this ship his pride and joy - there were no blast marks on the hull, just holes where the shielding had failed millennia earlier. There were no scratches or chips in the metal, which had yet to rust in the vacuum of space. The rooms just beyond the boarding dock housed six bodies. Three human, one Togruta, and two Zabrak. All of them had killed by a blaster shot.

And in the center of the ship, the carbonite-frozen figure waited in the Nothing she was suspended in.

@[member="Sanna Legra"] @Krest @Galaar CC-252 @Commander Calico CC-247