Private Dude, Where's My Yacht?

[Braze]

TAGS: Balun Dashiell Also open to Toby Perris Roten

There it was, that mysterious white and gold yacht. Braze had awoken on it once before during a war, its opulent interior was almost haunting with how large and vastly empty it all felt. He didn't know who it belonged to, so he gathered whoever he could to help him investigate the strange ship. Was it an enemy vessel? It was a strange, foreign ship, after all.

The interior of the yacht was even more luxurious than Braze remembered. Gleaming surfaces, plush seating, and intricate designs adorned every corner. The air was filled with a faint, pleasant fragrance, adding to the surreal atmosphere.

"Who leaves a ship like this unlocked?" Braze wondered aloud, running his hand over a polished railing.

As they explored the yacht, it became clear that it was no ordinary vessel. The technology was advanced, far beyond what they were used to seeing. Touchscreens responded instantly to their commands, and the navigation system displayed a star map with destinations in distant, unfamiliar regions of the galaxy.

 

[Balun Dashiell]

Braze was one of the few people Balun still had contact with since leaving the New Jedi Order. Both somehow connected to the Tingel Arm Coalition, but they had not spent much time together since their little scrap with the Imperials on a world similar to Mon Cal. Given their shared history, Bale figured he'd better fix that so the pair would not fall out of touch. It wasn't like Balun had many friends after all.

"So exactly who's Yacht is this?" he asked as he followed Braze throughout the ship. It wasn't the first time he had been involved in the theft of a starship, given that's exactly how he had gotten his hands on the Liberty's Edge. This time, however, it wasn't his idea, and he knew very little about the Yacht or its owner, for that matter.

The Yacht itself was something to behold. Judging by the interior, it was expensive, a vessel made for the wealthy, and the technology appeared almost state-of-the-art compared to Balun's heavy freighter. Quite a statement, considering the Liberty's Edge was stolen from Locke & Key Mechanics. "Whoever left this thing unprotected is a complete idiot", he remarked, still entirely in disbelief that the pair of them had managed to get on board without so much as a sound from local law enforcement. There was no alarm or sign of security protocols being tripped. It all seemed far too easy.

"What's the plan here, by the way?" Balun soon asked as he continued to follow the other lad. He had come expecting to have to slice his way into the vessel to do some work around the locks or the security system itself, but now that they were inside, he was left to wonder where to go from here.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Balun Dashiell

Braze shrugged, trying to mask the unease that crept through him. "I'm not sure. My friend and I woke up aboard this ship once before. It was in the middle of a battle on Lothal. I didn't see anyone other than my friend when we woke up. We weren't locked inside either, so we left," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of the confusion and dread he still felt about that day.

"I don't remember what happened before I woke up other than... dealing with some kind of Sith possessing my friend and some Ashlan Crusader nut," Braze continued, the memory making his skin crawl. The Exonerator's eerie silence seemed to amplify the echoes of that dark past. "Maybe we can find the bridge and figure out where it's been. It seems awfully fancy to just be... sitting around with the doors open."

As they moved deeper into the yacht, the luxurious surroundings contrasted sharply with the ominous atmosphere of seemingly no one around. The opulence of the ship felt like a gilded cage, beautiful but imprisoning. Braze couldn't shake the feeling that they were not alone, that unseen eyes were watching their every move. The silence was almost oppressive, each step echoing too loudly in the grand halls. He glanced at his companion, trying to gauge if they felt the same unease.