Public Flight of the Night Vulture

[Kyrel Ren]

Despite gaining his new position within the Maw, Kyrel was in serious need of a better ship. Since leaving his wanderings to join the Maw, he had given up the use of a TIE Silencer for the use of an arcane Maw Ship. One that dated back all the way to the High Republic era. It was time that he gained control of a new ride. Something that would be more adequate. He soon found himself deep in Trade Federation territory. Cutting a bloody swathe in acquiring a craft of a new design. This happened due to him scouting along the Outer Rim. Crossing paths with the Trade Federation, dealing with the Neimodians and the various groups that held control of the ships he ran across. First, they tried to broker a deal with the Force User, thinking that Ren was just a simple man to be trifled with.

They made a mistake when they took the chance to try and kill him. They were met with a monster. No matter how much they tried to blast him, shoot him with explosives. Nothing stopped him, he either cut down anyone in his path or even worse ate them. Yet even as one Master of Ren, he couldn't hold them all. Rushing through to one of the hangers, he managed to find a ship worthy of the Knights of Ren. The ship in itself was similar in design to a prison ship hundreds of years ago. The exterior covered in a black coating of paint, blast marks here and there. The inside was spacious, fit for a small crew to man, even holding cells to store prisoners and various storage compartments. Upon leaving the hanger, and being chased by the Trade Federation, by accident Kyrel had stumbled upon the cloaking mechanism.

It didn't take long for the experimental craft to shake off its pursuers. In that time, Kyrel began to study the ship itself. The design was a special one, with only very few in existence like it. The Vornskr class ship was rare, unique, most of all perfect for Kyrel to slip into the galaxy unnoticed as he prepares for the Heathan Priests' plans for the galaxy at hand. There was only one problem now with the craft, first, he had to shake off the locater beacon that was in effect, and then there was the matter of reaching Rhand deep in the Unknown Regions. Between the middle of the Outer Rim, and there. He didn't know who he would come across. Perhaps others seeking to take his ship or perhaps others who had gotten word of the hijacking from the Trade Federation seeking to hunt him down. Perhaps even something that he wouldn't expect.

Turning off the cloaking aboard the craft. Sitting back in the chair unaware of the locater beacon transmitting the craft's location to anyone and everyone in the vicinity, as he makes his way towards the edge of Wild Space. Kyrel thought for a moment, thinking of what to name the new acquisition in the name of the Knights of Ren. After all, as in the Maw, you kept what you killed. Smirking he whispered out. "I'll call you Night Vulture."

 

[Phantrx]

Phantrx was still in search for ideas for upgrades for his ship, The Wraith. He'd already upgraded the weapons and crew for it, but other modules still had room for upgrades, which he either needed to steal, buy or get inspiration and plans to use to build them himself. He sat in the cockpit with his Loth-Wolf, Pez, by his side, stroking him slowly, awaiting something to appear on the nav systems. And then it appeared, a beacon. It seemed to be coming from a prototype ship nearby where he floated around in the nothingness which was space. The ship was heading towards Wild Space...

Phantrx realised a prototype ship in these times could have some revolutionary and great upgrades that he could use for his own ship, and although he wasn't a Jedi, Sith or Knight of Ren, he wouldn't stop if he didn't need to. He commanded APA to lock on to the coordinates of the locator beacon as he sat further up in his set. The auto-pilot took effect and they gravitated towards the beacon, travelling quickly through hyperspace. As they got nearer to the beacon's coordinates, which were changing slowly every few seconds, he began to calm himself and focus.

He sensed a being inside the ship, perhaps it had been stolen? He had to focus harder. He had become very powerful with the force in the last 17 years, and now he could use it however he wanted... A Knight of Ren. It wouldn't be his easiest opponent ever, but it also wouldn't be the hardest he's faced. He only wanted the ship upgrades, he didn't need to make enemies with the Knights of Ren right now...

He approached the prototype ship, commanding some of The Apparitions to take control of the guns and homing missiles onboard The Wraith. He was ready for whatever this ship could chuck at him.

 

[Shakolt Tulgud]

Location: The Phobos
Objective: Observe
Tags: Kyrel Ren Phantrx
Equipment: See Bio

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"Weakness leads to slavery. Weakness leads to misery."​

Shakolt sat motionless at the Phobos' data banks central computer, his eyes remained glued to the screen as he trawled through thousands of data entries on the Shapers of Kro'var. His blank gaze however was suddenly interripted and he looked up. He felt something, a mere tingle at the back of his mind, a cold tingle. In the instant after the ship's onboard computer spoke. "ALERT. ALERT. SHIP DETECTED." the arkanian stood up from his seat and walked towards the cockpit and checked his scanners. Sure enough a ship of an unknown type appeared on radar. He looked up once more out of the viewport, the tingle still there.

Shakolt closed his eyes and channeled the force around him to push further but he soon realised it was fruitless. His own abilities wouldn't ever match those of the ancient Sith he so fervently studied, he had done the tests. Yet still the tingle remained and he began feeling the gnawing hunger for knowledge eat away at his mind. It demanded to know who or what was out there.

In silence Shakolt moved to sit in his chair and pushed the throttle forward. He turned to the control panel and activated his ships scrambler. It wasn't advanced but he could hope it would at least allow him to get close. In sight came the Night Vulture, cruising along gently. The Phobos kept its distance at maximum scanning range. As he watched Shakolt's hands danced around on the control panel, initiating a long range scan and powering down non essential facilities. The scan showed up on a hologram on his dashboard and from it he got a sense of the ships shape and exterior features and from what he could tell it wasn't anything he had seen before.

As he mused over the scanners findings the ships voice came to life once more. "ALERT. ALERT. SECOND SHIP DETECTED." Shakolt looked out but couldn't make anything out. He felt another tingle at the back of the mind yet it was different from the first, the first felt colder while those almost gave a slight burning sensation. Shakolt couldn't make sense of what he was feeling yet it drove him forward. Natural feelings in the force were not exactly common place for the cultist after all. His ship edged forth slowly while he observed, waiting to see what would occur.

 

[Kyrel Ren]

The Night Vulture was difficult to handle at first, the control yokes of the craft rest easily into the palms of Kyrel's own fingers. The engine roared as it traveled at sublight speed towards the edge of the galaxy. Heading through the stars, and the vast emptiness that was all around him. The hyperdrive on board the Night Vulture was not ready, and even if it was time was still needed to reach Rhand. The infernal beeping kept irritating the Master of Ren, going through the control panel pressing a variety of buttons. But it kept at it. Doing a little digging into the Nav computer. It slowly dawned on him that as he took the craft from the Trade Federation, that it was giving of a tracking beacon. His hands gripped the control yokes in frustration. "Maw damn it!" He thought the slimy Neimodians themselves were gutless cowards, it had become clear that they now were trying to bring surprises his way. Something that he didn't entirely want or need at the moment. Not when he was trying to make his way back to the dark veil of the Unknown Regions.

Adding insult to injury, another form of beeping. Checking the sensors, came in the form of a craft that was following him. Emerging slowly from behind. This only caused Kyrel to put his piloting skills to use. Trying to outrun the craft that was tailing him at first. The one that was following him was riding him. No matter how fast he gained it through the emptiness of space. Reaching out with the Shadow, he could sense that someone was also reaching out. As if predator and prey were trying to read one another. The being that was following him had intentions. Intentions that seemed on him, or that of the ship. He couldn't tell.

It wasn't long before yet another presence emerged through the Force. Something that was unlike what he felt from the other. This one had an intense desire for knowledge, yet he couldn't tell where it was coming from. There wasn't another ship that he could tell from the sensors. Perhaps it was nearby for the mind that hungered for knowledge, also carried darkness with it. Something that piqued Ren's curiosity. First thing first was to deal with the pesky person that was following him. As if a fly that wouldn't seem to buzz off, Kyrel was in no mood to lead anyone back to the Heathen Priests.

Still tinkering with the craft's controls, the weapon systems specifically. Another screen came into view after pressing a couple of buttons. What he found out were controls for a swivel gun turret, another screen came into view. Showing the craft that was following him. Waiting for the beep of a lock on to chime through. He spoke to himself. "Time to get you off of me." With that, a laser blast came from the swivel gun that was facing towards the ship following him, in an attempt to shake him off.

Phantrx
Shakolt Tulgud