First Order: All Hallow's Eve [Dominion of Red Nebula and Gehenna]

[Valessia Brentioch]

G ehenna - a literal death world, ten times as lethal as Quesh. In the past, Gehenna served Archangel - though it was here that Bando Gora was defeated, twice by Grandmaster [member="Siobhan Kerrigan"]. The planet now in a state of considerable disrepair leaves nothing to those who wish to conquer it. Nothing more than ghosts, monsters and perhaps a few insane cultists. Ruins of battle play on in a world where the past is looped on repeat and anarchy reigns. As the First Order marches their banner forward, they are greeted by Archangel and wander into a hot hellish world where those who enter may never exit. ​

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Red Nebula, an astronomical phenomenon, that once held a planet and a comet field. Now it holds nothing more than fragments of the past. The Klysk who once called the planet of Red Nebula home are nearly extinct, save for a small sect of priests who guard the site of their former home. It is rumored that ships that enter the Red Nebula, are never heard from again. Klysk watch as the First Order comes to the Red Nebula and they do not stop the First Order. Instead, they welcome them into the Nebula as neighbors - longing for interaction with the outside world the Klysk seem, harmless, but looks can be very, very deceiving. ​

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Spoiler

Objective 1: Survive, Gehenna is a frightful place and not suitable to those without the proper environment suits. Suits of this nature need to be the best of their line, or you will not survive here.

Objective 2: Escape, Red Nebula holds nothing more than memories and haunts those who come into its arms. You will be aboard a vessel should you chose to come here, you and your crew will need to work together if you are to escape, lest the Nebula claim yet another vessel.

Objective 3: Bring Your Own Objective, neither worlds are kind nor are they hospitable, enter at your own risk.

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 1
Allies: [member="Dr Kristoph Morley"] , Anyone who wants to join.
Location: Red Nebula
Objective: 2/3 (Red Nebula)

First Order Command gave the objective to secure the Red Nebula. Basileus is hesitant about this assignment, he has heard many things about lost ships.
The objectives were clear. Subjugate the planet through peaceful means. Basil is glad that there is more than just him going in, the support of other ships is appreciated.

Basileus decided to hire some tech support mercenaries to come along on this mission. He did not want to lose his ship.

"Dr Morley, I have little knowledge of your background, I hope that you will be a capable member of the Excubitore crew while aboard. At this time the Excubitore is battle ready. Do you have any particular area you wish to be assigned?"

Basileus sends a message through the ships intercom. "Set a course for Red Nebula. Engage hyperdrive in 10 minutes."

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post I
Objective III: Investigate distress signal

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The Imperial X-class Star Destroyer Abdicator flew gracefully through the Red "Dead" Nebula, its ion drives leaving a small blue trail in its wake, which dissipated soon afterwards. Why a lone star destroyer was traveling through the nebulae was easy, nearly an hour ago they had intercepted a distress signal emanating from it during a routine patrol around the border territories of the First Order. Little did they know that they soon would be sending out a distress call themselves...

Usually the evening shift was the quietest, so Admiral Graf had his supper alone in the Captain's Quarters, accompanied by his art and a small personal holopad that he'd use to catch up on the events of the day, be it locally or galaxy-wide. The old man was enjoying a souffle and a glass of wine until a lieutenant walked into the quarters and gave a deep bow "Admiral, sir. We are approaching the source of the distress signal a few kilometers ahead of us. Com-scan reports it as a small research vessel, it's lost all main power and is currently running on auxiliary and emergency life support." He reported, fearfully diverting his eyes from Graf.

Tanomas stood up and brushed himself off "I want the crew awakened and at their stations, summon all officers, be it naval, army, or starfighter, to the bridge for a briefing. For now keep the ship outside of firing range, this could easily be a trap." He ordered, the lieutenant acknowledged and stepped out into the bridge, The admiral soon followed and strode over towards the viewports. There indeed was a ship out there in the dead of space, one of a previously unseen class looking as if it hadn't been touched in years.

But there was something about the eerie ship that made Graf feel uneasy, was it the way it lifelessly drifted? Or was it something else entirely, perhaps supernatural...?

Only time would tell...

 

[Dr Kristoph Morley]

Post: 1
Allies: @Basileus Isauros
Location: Red Nebula
Objective: 2/3 (Red Nebula)

"Dr Morley, I have little knowledge of your background, I hope that you will be a capable member of the Excubitore crew while aboard. At this time the Excubitore is battle ready. Do you have any particular area you wish to be assigned?"

Kristoph was glad that his previous mission had gained him some respect, in the form of a job contract. A ship the size of the Excubitore would certainly have a large maintenance requirement, and money to burn. He turned to his new commanding officer:

"I'm skilled with engineering and medical aid, I can work in the med-bay and keep the diagnostic equipment up to spec. I have skills in biotech research, but I'm a little rusty there. Belongings I carry total two footlockers, hopefully you can accommodate for that."

After receiving the customary search and shakedown by the docking authorities, Kristoph followed a petty officer to his assigned quarters. Spartan, but adequate. The workbench in the corner was a nice touch, Kristoph reckoned he could continue his work on the flechette weapon he was refurbishing. Taking note of his supplies; a bacta injector, 3 flasks of aftermarket bacta ointment, a bag of salvaged components and his field survival kit in one footlocker and two changes of clothes and a field fabrication kit in the other.

Kristoph's first order of business was to approach the chief science officer to gain access to schematics for the various pieces of equipment he would need to become familiar with to carry out his duties.

 

[Darth Caecus]

The Red Nebula
Dead Space
Post 1/20
BYOO - But why is she barricaded in the cockpit?


The research vessel was dead in space. An emergency beacon pulsed in the empty black, but otherwise, the ship was quiet. Minimal power would show up on scanners, minimal heat. Minimal life. A ship like this should crew almost a hundred people, but only a single life signature would show up on event in depth scans.

The ship, of course, wasn't empty. Not by any definition. Dozens of dead crew littered the hallways, cast red in the flashing emergency lights. Flashing between red and shadows, the alternating view was, on close inspection, ever so slightly different each time the lights came back on. But there was no one there to see it. There was no one watching. So the bare, inching motions of the dead went unnoticed. Each flash of crimson light revealed new vistas, new rigid visages of Commonwealth scientists, navy and a scattering of marines. Their uniforms marked them as surely as their staring, vacant eyes.

The only life sign on the ship was in the cockpit. That room had been barricaded from the inside, every thing that could be torn loose from the deck (how had such a small woman managed this?) had been pushed against the doors. Zee wasn't aware of the slow, agonizing movements outside the door.

If she had been, she wouldn't have set the emergency beacon.

She would have piloted the ship straight in to a star.

Propped up against the bulkhead, Zee had fallen in to a fitful, fevered, sleep.

"Yes- was me. Are you happy -now, TiCira? Does this-them back?"

She murmured, eyes open to bare slits.

The ship floated, otherwise silent. Waiting.

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 2
Allies: [member="Dr Kristoph Morley"] [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Location: Red Nebula
Objective: 2/3

Basileus saw the Abdicator leave, his ship leaving several minutes after to ensure that everything was ready.
Coming out of hyperspace, scanners immediately showed the ship that was emitting the distress signal as a small research vessel.

"FIV Abdicator, I am approaching your position now."

Over the intercom, Basileus says "The Abdicator is taking the lead, this could be a trap so we are now at threat level 3."

To an officer he says, "Prepare a shuttle, I plan on meeting with the officers on the Abdicator."

 

[Just Skeleton]

Post: 1/22
Location: Imperial X-Class Star Destroyer, Abdicator
Objective: 2/3

The Chiss sat on the bridge of the Imperial X-Class. Not in the captain's chair, of course, that honour was solely the privilege of Admiral Graf, no. Erich sat in a tactical lawn chair that he had set up on the bridge of the Star Destroyer and was sipping on some tea. He was here for a meeting with the Admiral, however the Admiral was still busy with something, so Erich waited on the bridge until the Admiral was finished with whatever he was doing.

Then one of the Ensigns raised their voice, saying they had found something on the scanners. An officer came over to see what it was and quickly turned to lieutenant, to whom he said something the Chiss couldn't hear. He took another sip of the tea. The lieutenant stormed off towards the elevator, certainly to tell the Admiral about something important he had discovered, but that didn't concern Erich, at least not for now.

The blue-skinned Naval Officer kept sitting in his lawn chair. His uniform's coat was opened and his shirt once more not tucked in. He was also wearing more casual shoes than he was supposed to, made visible by the fact that he had put up his legs on the slightly protruding metal window frame. The Chiss was taking it easy, simply looking out into the Nebula, trying to find some inspiration for his next piece of artwork, not paying any mind to the ship that was visible, as he was sure the crew would have it all under control.

[member="Tanomas Graf"] [member="Zee"] [member="Dr Kristoph Morley"] [member="Basileus Isauros"]

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: I
Objective III
Bridge of Imperial-X Star Destroyer Abdicator

The lieutenant saluted as he entered the bridge, he felt tense. His body was rigid, but underneath, he was sweating like a wookie on Tatooine. Word had spread like wildfire through the Abdicator, from the naval techs, all the way to the lowly stormtroopers, that something was amiss. All this chatter and theorising put the soldier on edge. Most of the Gunners shrugged off the wrecked ship as some carcass, probably picked clean by pirates or scavengers. It wasn't their problem. But still, Rexus reported to the admiral, hopefully this was the talk of bored technicians. "Sir," he began, "Lieutenant Rexus Wenck of the Fourth Colonial Battalion, reporting for duty." he said in his usual brisk tone. He didn't want to give away anything about his feeling. He looked at the Chiss sitting in the lawn chair and raised an eyebrow, what was his deal?

[member="Basileus Isauros "]| [member="Erich Arnstein"] |[member="Dr Kristoph Morley"] |[member="Tanomas Graf"]

 

[Wolf]

Post 1
Objective 3
Location: Mess hall, aboard Imperial-X Star Destroyer Abdicator
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

Troopers and naval personnel dotted the mess hall, queueing up to get their food, or sitting down at the tables to eat. There was a certain peace to be felt, sitting at a table and staring out of the transparisteel viewport into the blackness of space and the speckles of stars that adorned it. At least for those who had not grown used to life aboard a capital ship, such as the Knight of Ren, Wolfgang Krieger, who sat at a table on his hoverchair. To anyone else he looked like an injured military veteran, and there were a lot of them following the Battle of Castameer. The Order of Ren had given him leave to rest, and Wolf could not really say that he was happy with the idea. His only real wish was to get back out onto the field in the service of the Supreme Leader.

There was some concern among medical staff that the damage to his spinal cord from his battle with Darth Molior may be long-term, and, dread to think, it was permanent, what use would the Order of Ren have for a man that could not walk? Would they even let him come back to the Bastion? He could still see the flashing red chamber in his mind, the struggle with the dark menace and the plummet to the ground. He could still hear the sound of his bones snapping and cracking upon impact with the ground. His left hand instinctively moved down to his ribs, and he could still feel the pain every time he tried to move. The potent painkillers at least gave him relief while he remained still.

Rather than sit back on Virgillia doing nothing, however, Wolf had opted to travel with a Star Destroyer as an inconspicuous wounded veteran that was resting up in the medical bay. The Order had agreed to his request, and granted him permission to board. It would be useful to see the other parts of the First Order he interacted little with and had little knowledge of, especially the glorious Navy that had scored such a resounding victory above Castameer, proving the First Order as the rightful protector of the galaxy.

As Wolf ate, he noticed that there was some hushed chit-chat going around about something outside the ship that he clearly was not made aware of. He caught mentions of 'wrecked vessel' and 'distress signal'. Given that Wolf mostly kept to himself on the Star Destroyer, it was not surprising that no one took care to fill him in on what was going on. He looked at the one-armed woman who sat opposite him [ [member="Sara Lee Jones"] ]. Was this a special table for the disabled now? He nodded to her in greeting. "Do you know what this fuss is about? I hear something about a distress signal?"

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Post 1
Objective 3
Location: Walking the Bridge
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"]

Jaron was aboard the Star Destroyer pacing the command deck of the bridge as his former master Belis Ren had often done. It was empowering to think he was still alive to fight for the First Order while his master remained to be found. Jaron had all but replaced him, with the exception of the fact the Ren did not turn to him for guidance, nor should they. However the fact a Sith seemed to be the one most sought out put a bitter after taste in the Lesan's mouth. His hatred for the Sith was personal, and because of what one of them had done to him. Jaron had been a young fool looking for anyone that would promise him the power to do as he had wanted, but as it turned out the path she had led him on was that of errand boy. At least he had met another whom he had fond memories of, even if they were brief.

The admiral had called for a briefing. Jaron was wearing his typical Ren gear for public appearances. This was a group mission after all, and the Ren would not disappoint by looking more of a normal man. The mystery of what face was behind the mask added to the power the Ren held as those who practiced a mystic religion of sorts. While Jaron was not overly religious with his views and practices, the Knight did embrace the mystery their kind were veiled in because of it.

"A trap, not as much a trap as a hidden danger Admiral," he said, his voice giving off a metallic vibration as the modulator in his mask adjusted his voice. "There is something unnatural about this place, a disturbance in the force. I fear none of us are safe." Perhaps Jaron was being a bit over dramatic, but it was the sense he had as they came on the location of the distress signal they were intercepting. Still, Jaron knew his place and would not overstep his bounds. The admiral was the one who would give the orders. Jaron simply had the freedom to act on his own accord. The Knight would be there to meet the danger if needed, but for now he held his position with the admiral.

 

[Asharad Graush]

Location: Red Nebula,
Objective 3: Contract Time Yo
People of Interest: [member="Darell Irani"]
Post One.

A'sharad Graush had only come on this outing to benefit his company. The last time he had had a meeting with another company, it had been with Salacia Consolidated. The plan then had been to benefit the company and to spread its name across the Galaxy. The same would be done here.

The Daisya Infiltrator came out of hyperspace after numerous micro jumps plotting it's way through the nebula, a short distance away from the asteroid field. The Sith Knight had his trusty pilot on board, and he stood behind him, his armour protecting him from all that would do harm to him. Ever since he had been attacked on Bespin, A'sharad had been wary of being ambushed again. Not that he didn't doubt his own abilities, but because if he could avoid harm, he'd do it.

Sith were dangerous people.

He knew that first hand.

"Contact Iron Crown. We're in system, ask for confirmation on the coordinates."

The pilot nodded and immediately set to it.

 

[Sara Lee Jones]

Post 1
Objective 3
Location: Mess hall, aboard Imperial-X Star Destroyer Abdicator
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Wolf"]

Sara found a peace in space, the dark void of stars and galaxies never ending

Following the events of omega she had to have a emergency amputation, she had taken fire on the final approach of the engine power systems which resulted in debris crushing her arm beyond usefulness

She also had.lost two.of bolt flight...she was still.numbed by that...she closed her eyes then she umped a s she was spoke to, she hadn't realized someone had sat in front of her, she looked to the man and gave a friendly smile" eh they don't tell us pilot anything even us disabled ones, buuuut I think I've heard something words goimg around about some ghost ship with a distress signal

 

[Kyrel Ren]

Post 1
Objective 3
Location: Imperial X Star Destroyer Abidicator,Barracks.
Allies: [member="Jaron Lesan"], [member="Wolf"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Erich Arnstein"], [member="Zee"] [member="Sara Lee Jones"] ,[member="Tanomas Graf"]

Thomas was in constant pain. It had nearly been a month since been placed in his living hell of a life support suit. It hurt just to even move,and couldn't even feel anything in his metal shell that was bathing him in bacta through the tubes wrapping around his neck,and coming from the internal systems of the back,and hidden by the long flowing cape. He had grown colder,and more prone to anger that he picked a fight with several people His vision was mostly through the red photorecepters of the suit giving all types of data to him,and was mostly hued in a red color. Every time he walked his limbs were heavy so he often moved slowly,as he felt like he was just dragging himself to move. His voice didn't sound like it's normal tone only replaced by a metallic baritone from the vocabulater. Everywhere he went he recieved frightened stares from his peers,it must have been the metal monstrosity he had been placed in during the operation to save his life. The design of the suit was part of a series of designs done by the famed scientists Cylo. The schematic was recovered from a set of designs for Darth Vader's Armor,and so it was no wonder Thomas had that intimidating look to him.


Even despite all the horrors he had went through there was a bright side to his Condition. His injures weren't that sever that he had to stay confined to it all the time. He could be let out within the armor for a day or two at the most. When he was out he often looked himself in the mirror to see a shadow of his former self. He was once a handsome young man of roughly twenty,who was very proud of being an imperial,and was often a kind young man. Now he was a Monster. The scarred face was all that remained his arms and legs were cybernetics,and the rest of his body burned,and scarred up as well. His torso,and head the only organic tissue left in him.


He was sitting on a bottom bunk in his squadrons barracks. He had now been placed back into service as a TIE pilot,and was very happy to be placed in service. The hardest part so far was fitting into a cockpit of a TIE due to his armor. He and his fellow pilot's didn't know what was happening except hearing from their superior that they are answering a distress signal in the Red nebula. one of his squad mates said to him.

"Do you think we will see some action today Thomas?"


Thomas looked at him with his photorecepters,and replied in the metallic baritone.

"I Have not a slightest clue. I certainly hope so."

 

[Iroatas]

Location: Hangar Bay of Abdicator.
Objective 3: Sleeping.
Interest: [member="Tanomas Graf"]
Post Two.

Ten feet of muscle and scales. Once golden scales now darkened, more akin to the colour of ash rather than the gold of his species. Truly, he was the image of a demon with the black spheres in his skull, and the Yuuzhan Von's Vonduun Skerr Kyrric covering him. It wasn't comfortable, not one bit, but sleeping within the corpse of another creature was something that he had come to terms with, many years ago. Rising up to his feet, the Upsilon-class Command Shuttle that he sat within was manufactured specifically for someone of his gigantic stature.

Close to the bed was his lightclub. Reaching out with the Force, it was brought to his clawed hand and deposited onto his belt as Tvarka Ren rose to his feet.

The Maelibus didn't see it necessary to leave the hangar. His presence wasn't required, not on this day he imagined. For all intents and purposes he lived on the Upsilon in solitude. If some Hangar Bay crewmen ventured too close while he was awake, perhaps they would've heard his heavy steps stomping around.

Tvarka Ren grunted.

He couldn't find his cloak. The dark interior of the shuttle didn't help that matter. Lack of colour.

As he trudged about the dimly lit room, what could be seen of his scales was the blackness of them shimmering, as if the golden colour was still there, merely a different colour. It caught the dim light in a way that shouldn't happen, but he had learned to grow used to that whenever a clawed hand ventured into his peripherals.

Now.

Where was that cloak?

 

[Darth Veles]

Location: Abdicator, mess hall
Objective: 3
[member="Sara Lee Jones"], [member="Wolf"], [member="Zee"], [member="Rexus Wenck"], [member="Erich Arnstein"]


Much like a dagger in the First Order’s iron-clad hand and seeking to penetrate another rebellious heart, the Star Destroyer Abdicator cut through the Red Nebula in its quest to claim and secure more territory. Aboard the massive vessel was one Darth Veles, a Sith Lord often seen working alongside the knights of Ren, unearthing Imperial history as well as secrets of the Force. Clearly audible, metallic clicks of his cane usually heralded Veles’ arrival through the Abdicator’s corridors, swiftly followed by the Mon Cal’s limping appearance. Definitely far from intimidating, even though most of his body remained draped in a heavy cloak coloured in midnight black. This image of a helpless, crippled non-human was a false one though; a staunch Imperial with the Force at his command, the amphibious Sith presented a powerful ally much closer to the First Order’s ideology than apparent.

After spending several hours with his lover - meditating in the Dark Side’s intimate embrace and delving into its abysmal depths that drove weaker minds insane - Veles aimlessly haunted the Star Destroyer’s cold and impersonal hallways that stretched endlessly as he walked through. Dark and oily warnings granted to him through focus and concentration plagued his thoughts, their meaning remained unclear and concealed from the Mon Cal’s understanding. Something about the Dark Side’s currents was off, treachery afoot. Despite this disconcerting feeling brushing against his mind, Veles’ expression remained stoic. After passing a line of stormtroopers, their lack of armour marking them off duty at the moment, the Sith Lord wandered into a mess hall – idle chatter about unusual distress signals and ghost ships immediately reached his ears. Veles paid the distraction no mind, amber eyes cutting across the room and almost automatically finding a familiar presence.

More clicks of his cane came to life, completely lost to the surrounding noise as his booted feet brought Veles closer to the Force user. It was then that he noticed this table to be an awkward meeting place of heroic cripples, all survivors of the Omega most likely. Unlike the two sentients, the Darth remained standing, leaning against his obsidian stick.

“And so the brave champion of Ren rushes back to service,” announced the Sith Lord’s accented voice, somehow finding its way over to Wolfgang without attracting anyone else’s attention, “Your devotion to the cause is admirable. It is good to see you alive, friend.”

Darting over to his companion, Veles’ large orange eyes showed welcoming warmth and knowledgeable understanding of her situation, his own arm replaced by an artificial one. A part of him wanted to ask about their disabilities, the exact manner of overcoming the injuries, fuel their passion by recalling painful memories and feast on it himself, but Veles was far too tact to do so.

“Greetings to you as well, friend. Please, forgive my interruption.”

A charming, well-practiced smile graced the Sith’s expression.

 

[Ria Misrani]

Objective 1 | Post 1
First Order: @Val Kordova | @Sentiri
Archangel: [member="Moira Skaldi"] | [member="Maelion Liates"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]

Gehenna - a toxic wasteland that would kill you where you stepped should you breathe wrong. This was meant literally not figuratively a hellish hothole with more nightmares than one could imagine. And, after the Netherworld - that was quite a bit. Whatever the reason, whatever the cause - the First Order was marching here, but there was nothing more here than in the Red Nebula. In fact, the more Orentho thought on it, the more the Red "Dead" Nebula sounded more appealing. The agents from the First Order's Security Bureau would be meeting with Archangel who knew Gehenna better than anyone else in the Galaxy. Rather, someone representing Archangel would be here to greet them before they began their descent to the planet below.

A mountainous, volcanic place that bore no vegetation whatsoever... A type iv atmosphere with volcanic eruptions, Orentho stepped into a protected environmental suit and began to put it on. If memory serves, Gehenna was the place of the final battle from the Omega Protectorate and the Bando Gora, but then Orentho wondered. What would the First Order want with this? There was nothing left, as he secured the suit and poured through the history of the planet. Ghosts, there were nothing left here but the ghosts of the past and perhaps that was enough to deter him. It was not however enough to deter the First Order's banner as it crept toward Gehenna.

 

[Zef Halo]

Objective: 1
First Order: [member="Val Kordova"] | [member="Sentiri"] | [member="Orentho"]
Archangel: [member="Moira Skaldi"] | [member="Maelion Liates"] | [member="Enyo Typhos"]

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Besides the Chiss was Jude Falkrowe looking funny and ridiculous with the environment suit he had donned on. Whether the blue-skinned man felt the same remained a mystery to the blonde agent. The Chiss were a rather cold and expressionless species. For a moment he wondered how so many of them had joined the First Order. Let alone become not only an intelligence agent but an interim director of the FOSB. Perhaps the time were a changing. If anything, Jude was not as xenophobic as an Intelligence agent should be.

"Couldn't they have designed something more...comfortable?" The mentalist moaned both to himself and to the Chiss agent near him. "I mean, look at this." He lifted his arm and felt like an idiot even more. "Did we get a budget cut at R&D or something ?"

Jude shook his head as he looked around, he had sealed his senses to the Force while the Force Disperser talisman beneath all his clothing was concealing his presence in the Force. He only hoped that it would not come to using the Force. The last time he had done so was substantially and during the Omega crisis with one Sith Lord. The memory chilled his bones for a moment but also brewed mix feelings within his gut.

Better start this operation soon. Wash away the thoughts.

 

[Tanomas Graf]

Post II
Objective III: Investigate distress signal
Allies: [member="Basileus Isauros"] | [member="Zee"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"] | [member="Rexus Wenck"] | [member="Wolf"] | [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Sara Lee Jones"] | [member="Thomas Kyrel"] | [member="Iroatas"] | [member="Darth Veles"]

The admiral sat down in the captain's chair and spun it around to face his guests. He took a moment to observe all of them, his fellow Chiss commander, an infantry lieutenant, and a knight of Ren. Smiling internally at the amount of diversity he had in the terms of tactical experience, he addressed them "A wise speculation sir Knight. From our current reports, this derelict ship appears to be a Commonwealth research vessel, highly suspicious to be out here in the Red Nebula alone without an escort, especially since their provinces are all the way across the Unknown Regions..." The old man trailed, allowing them to come to their own realization.

"But do not let that deter us, we've detected a lone life source in the bridge of the ship, along with the distress signal emanating from it. I suggest we tractor the vessel in and have a detachment of stormtroopers, perhaps with a Knight along-" He said, waving his hand casually at his dark side guest "-as an extra precaution, we have no idea how this ship came to be entirely dead, save for one, and I am not taking that risk with my own crew. If you have any other assessments on the situation, I wish to hear them before we proceed." The admiral finished, inviting the present company to interject.

 

[Rexus Wenck]

Post: II
Objective III
Bridge of Imperial-X Star Destroyer Abdicator

Rexus went cold. So there was a derelict ship, and someone, or something was aboard it. He felt his mouth go dry, and his whole body tense up, "A detachment of stormtroopers?" he asked the Abdicator's commander, "You're uh, you mean us, don't you?" he asked, licking his lips and eyeing the others anxiously from behind the helmet. Rexus knew something was up, he'd seen 'Star Horrors From The Unknown!', a holofilm which scared the hell out of him as a kid. The soldier looked down, and took some solace a Knight of Ren would be with them. But still, what use would a lightsabre be if there were space ghosts?

[member="Tanomas Graf"]| [member="Jaron Lesan"] | [member="Erich Arnstein"]

 

[Basileus Isauros]

Post: 3
Allies: [member="Tanomas Graf"] , [member="Dr Kristoph Morley"]
Location: Red Nebula, On shuttle
Objective: 2/3

Quiet. It quiet was unnerving. Only repeated beeping of the distress call. Basileus tells his acting commander to keep the Excubitore away from weapons distance of the Abdicator until he returns.

Basileus uses his personal communicator, directed at his new crewman, "Dr Morley, I am taking several people with me on this shuttle, I would like you to accompany me. You may prove a valuable asset." He pauses, waiting for the response, "I am yet to hear anything from Admiral Graf, but I expect he knows little more than we do."

Basileus exits the bridge to go to the hangar where his shuttle is prepared. Two of his best marines and Dr Morley were waiting inside. The marines were more of a formality than anything, but he was hoping he didn't need them.

The shuttle took off, heading towards the Abdicator.