Lost and Found

[Vishk Tarron]

Chime. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...kzzrrttt (inaudible).............. Delta Echo One Zero Eight (inaudible).............. bzzzttt click.

Silence...it was good. It was what he had wanted all this time, pure peace and content. Away from the wars, celebrations, and the hustle and bustle of different beings going different places, doing different things for different reasons. the soothing light and noiseless void kept him still, yet there were times when he wondered. where is here, is anyone else here? how long had he been here. there was something missing from him. feelings? memories? leaving just a blank spot, but it didnt matter, he didnt care, he was in bliss

Just outside of the galaxy was a small battle cruiser, floating at on odd axis, it looked like it had been in a great battle, long ago. With no nearby sun to light it, the red and black hull camouflaged the outdated Sith and Imperial markings. Severely damaged, a scan would indicate below minimal life support with one survivor aboard in cryostasis. With the remaining power systems slowly dying out, a short ranged beacon continued to emit from the ship

Chime. "Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...kzzrrttt (inaudible)............. Delta Echo One Zero Eight (inaudible)............ bzzzttt click.

 

[John Doe]

"Boss, you should check this out."

John Doe looked up from the controls of his ship. He had been content moments ago, gleefully blasting asteroids into oblivion, except there was now one small problem: there weren't any more asteroids anymore.

"Kirky? Is it another asteroid field? Or perhaps a defenseless transport packed to the brim with refugees of some terrible war? Either one will suffice."

Kirk coughed and shook his head in negation.

"No, boss. We got a distress signal coming in. I'll play it out loud."

With a few presses of his datapad, the message played over the sip's PA system.

"Mayday, Mayday, Mayday...kzzrrttt (inaudible)............. Delta Echo One Zero Eight (inaudible)............ bzzzttt click."

The crime lord's gleeful smile came up and about, revealing yellow teeth.

"So a transport filled to the brim with refugees in crisis? This looks like a job for the one and only John Doe! Bahahaha!"

Kirk shook his head again.

"No, boss. It ain't a refugee ship. From some scans I ran, it looks like an old cruiser."

John stood up. He was in a purple flight suit, worn out and stained with mysterious substances. The henchman stiffened slightly. There was no way of telling how he'd react.

"Well, my boy. It's our civic duty to show whoever is in distress some...hospitality."

Kirk silently let out a sigh of relief. Well, he wasn't dead. Not yet, anyways. Still, the gentler man slightly shuddered at the implications his employer had made.

"Uh...yes, sir. I'll get the pilot up here. It ain't too far from where we are now."

Moment's later, the madman's ship was viewing the vessel in distress. Or what was left of it.

"This is it? This is older than my grandmother, bless her dead, decayed heart!"

"Scans did show a lifeform aboard, boss. Should we check it out?"

John cracked his neck, then grabbed his long pistol from the dashboard of the ship's bridge and holstered it.

"A quick peek never hurt anyone. Well, no promises. Bahahaha!"

A pressurized tube detached from the clown's ship to the deck of the bygone cruiser. In entered six goons, armed with rifles and flechette launchers, followed by Kirk and the lunatic himself.

"Well, let's not waste any more time. Grab this poor bozo so I can reduce what's left of this scrap to even more smaller pieces of scrap!"

The henchmen did as they were ordered, fanning out in search of anything that was living in the wreckage. They all had rebreathers on, drawing on what was left of the little oxygen aboard. John, curiously enough, didn't have one. He didn't need it.

"You sure you're fine without a mask, sir?"

The maniac looked at Kirk and rolled his eyes theatrically. It was slightly humorous to see his green hair floating around in the little gravity that was left due to the life support systems barely functioning.

"Kirky, my boy, the void and I are practically brothers. You of all people should know this."

A silent understanding was made between the two men. Kirk had been around the longest, and he had seen firsthand the depravities that the clown had committed, the pointless butchery, the almost casual slaughter. If there was anyone who would have a personal relationship with death and the void, it would be him.

"Yes sir."

[member="Vishk Tarron"]

 

[TJ.O'Malley]

X

 

[Vishk Tarron]

Among the white void that Vishk had familiarized himself with and grew comfortable in, seemed like it was coming to an end. He felt himself slowly falling down away from the spot he had known from what seemed like eternity. Something new had happened. A soft ringing in his ears grew louder and louder until it seemed all the noise in the galaxy rushed into his ears. The falling sensation increased as the ring turned to whistle, whistle turned to hum, hum turned to vibration. Images of people and places appeared as he continued to fall. Images of death, destruction, and despair faded into his mind as the vibration turned into numbness. He became scared. he didn't want this, he didn't want any of this at all, but it seemed like he had no choice but to take it. Horrendous images continued to fill his mind and insatiable feelings filled his heart The white aura that was around him faded into brown then into green. It became hard for him to breathe and pain faded into his body and mind.

Suddenly extreme coldness covered him from all directions. Opening his eyes the lights of the chamber and the fluids flooded into them causing a burning sensation and blurring his vision. Intense pain shot through his body as he struggled around inside this container of liquid gel like substance. The burn faded away and his vision returned the more he blinked. Breaking the stabilizer restraints with ease, he realized he was laying on his back. The Cold subsided as he moved. There was a strap around his face with what appeared to be a broken module mask preventing him from breathing. Taking it off his nose and mouth, he began to suffocate on the liquid gel. He had to get out of there. Turning to his left he tried to push the glass. Unsuccessful, he began punching it harder and harder.

For some reason if felt like he was barely punching it. The harder he tried, the softer the punch grew. With the lack of oxygen he started to fade to black, when memories of different abilities quickly flashed in succession in his mind. his whole body became tense and he drew back his fist as if it was almost a reaction to something. Time seemed to slow as he drew back, and as he pushed his fist forward, energy surrounded his forearm and injected itself into where he was hitting.

The Side of the container exploded into chunks outward with such force, it knocked Vishk to the opposite side of the container, then up and out the broken side. Rolling to a stop in the middle of the room, the green liquid gel spilled everywhere on the padded and metal floor. Catching his breath, he looked at his hand

That felt good, ohhh that felt damn good, It was like an instant addiction, and oh man did he want more of that. Standing up the black bodysuit he was wearing continued to drip the green liquid. As he drew more energy from the force, his body cascaded in light until it exploded outward, knocking any objects or loose debris in all directions. He screamed with the power until it died out, leaving him satisfied, energized and focused. Looking around he could not remember anything, this ship seemed familiar but he couldn't place it. Not knowing where he was or what time had passed, left him with an uneasy feeling, but what drew his attention were the people nearby on the other decks, they were dangerous. they were searching and they were looking for him.

Noticing his two sabers on the table on the other side of the chamber, he outstretched his hand and with effortless will, they floated through the air and rested underneath his palm until he gripped them both and attached them to his belt. "There must be some way out of here." He whispered to himself and ran into the darkness of the corridors.

[member="John Doe"]

 

[Matreya]

Dark stood silent, eyes covered by a sheer fabric blindfold, arms bound behind his back, wrist against wrist. His impeccable senses honed in on the near unnoticeable placement of padded feet as his opponents moved around him. Just as silent swishes could be heard as blades moved minutely to their ready positions overhead, or held from the side for a powerful swipe.

Dark had been challenged. A comrade had felt his position as Grand Warrior of House Elahad was unearned, a post he should not hold. Leading to this situation. Dark, of course, feeling he was nothing if not a hundred fold better than the other, had accepted on the condition that he be impeded. A blindfold, and arms behind his back.

Swwwwiiiish. His head cocked to the side just a single instant before Dark dropped low to a sweeping kick. Spinning in place allowed him to feel the back and side of his opponents legs, lurching them from beneath him. A thud signaled the man on the floor. Dark rose back to his full height again, just as the other flipped to his own feet, lunging in with yet another attack.

This time however, Dark nimbly pushed off the ground, straight up. The slash sailed easily beneath him, wherein a completed front flip brought the back of his forward leg onto the crown of the man's head. He was instantly knocked unconscious.

Hearing the change in breathing in the room, Dark flexed and with that tore the rope binding his arms. Next came down the blindfold, before he walked from the room. Finishing the removal of his bindings, he was intercepted by the pilot of his craft, "Sire, we have recieved a distress call from nearby."

Dark did not even think, "Plot a course." It was simply against his code for the man to not honor his heritage as a superior race, as Sanguinius Vampirika, too not assist when able.

[member="Vishk Tarron"]

 

[John Doe]

One of John Doe's henchmen nearly collided with a figure, dressed in black, sprinting down the halls of the ship. He raised his rifle instinctively, almost soiling himself. The whole ship was just creepy. Creepy as hell. He wanted out.

"Hey, you! Come out! Hands where we can see them!"

Pressing a free hand to his radio, the goon called it in.

"Found someone, or, or something. He nearly hit me running down the halls!"

The clown's voice crackled on the other line.

"Well, bring him to me! The sooner we see whoever the hell it is, the sooner I get to reduce this garbage into dust!"

"You got it, boss!"

[member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="Vishk Tarron"]

 

[Matreya]

Stepping into the ships airlocke, Dark folded his arms as he awaited oxygen to be pumped into the room, as well as a commenced pressurization. The only one sent from his own vessel, Dark had chosen simply to space walk to the other, get into the craft without a problem, all without a space suit. He found them encumbering. Dark preferred to be able to move about freely. Plus his healing allowed brief exposure to points without oxygen.

Soon enough a deep breath allowed him to cease the holding, wherein he stepped through the entryway into the ship. Clad in a padded armourweave suit, Dinok in his right hand, and left ready to swing the gigantic blade if need be, Dark was sure of his safety as he moved down the halls of the craft. Not that he ever needed much; a simple suit, and his weaponry, that was really all he needed. There was never a call, in his opinion, for gaudy massive amounts of armor. One simply was not a tank, and one did not need to emulate one.

What is that... Taking a deep whiff of the air around him, Dark noticed what smelled heavily of a multitude of men, and weaponry. Admittedly it was difficult to discern whether it was simply the machinery and materials on board. The makeup of most guns did smell much like other components of vehicles and like.

Flesh however, was not.

Soon enough, Dark spotted a collision between two beings, leading to one calling out on a comlink to another. He paused for a single instance before bolting after the one whom was fleeing. The other guy clearly had ill intent, as well the other end of the connection.

[member="John Doe"] [member="Vishk Tarron"]

 

[Vishk Tarron]

Dashing down the corridors using the shadow occasionally to keep hidden, Vishk paused for a moment to use force sense. There was once man walking in the next section over, and two people were knocking shelfs over and going through things one deck below him. Dashing through the mess hall without a sound, he turned left and quickly ran up behind someone. Vishk was just as caught off guard as the man was, the force suddenly sensed him now causing a slight focus shift, so he decided to keep running. Time seemed to slow as he approached the man, and he purposefully kicked some glass to bounce off the wall to the mans left, and dash under him on his right side causing the man to turn a full 360 degrees.

"Come out, show me your hands!" By the time he dashed into the third room on the right, the man had gotten on his radio and reported to his boss. "Bring him to me..." He didn't like the sound of that voice. Looking around, Vishk grabbed a piece of sharp glass and curled up in the middle of the room hiding it in his arms. Whimpering like a little boy when the man entered the room to ease his guard, he heard the man lower his weapon and walk a few steps toward him. "Boss, its a kid, I'll bring him back to the ship." Reaching out to touch Vishk's shoulder, the man tried his best to sound comforting. "Hey little fella, are you okay?" Vishk smiled as he felt his hand on him.

Quickly turning around and standing up, in one quick motion he grabbed the man by his arm and jammed the glass shard into his neck pushing it across to continue the cut. Falling with the man, Vishk guided him down to the floor and glared into his eyes as he suffocated and bled out, drowning himself in his own blood. As the man made a choking gurgling sound, Vishk smiled a wicked smile, making sure his face was the last thing he saw, he didn't hear the other henchman walking into view in the corridor.

"What the hell!?" As the second man raised his gun, Vishk pulled the glass shard out of the neck of the downed man, and quickly dashed over to him. Stabbing the shard up into his chin, The man tensed and pulled the trigger, but Vishk was already between him and the gun. As shots rang out riddling everything behind him, he pushed the man down. Three more henchman ran into the corridor and opened fire as Vishk detached his sabers from his belt and started deflecting the shots. A mix of green flashes and red swirling glow illuminated the hallways. A majority of lazer blasts would not hit him and let them passed, but the few that would he would return. He had to wait until he was at a perfect angle to hit one of the henchmen with their own ammo. One by one they went down, each a returned head shot. Everyone was already converging on this area, and he knew it would not be in his favor to stick around.

Slicing the lock on an access shaft, Vishk turned off his sabers and disappeared into the darkness again. Something was off in the force, he had to take a moment and compose himself after the force energy burst.

[member="Darkul Elahad"] [member="John Doe"]

 

[Vishk Tarron]

[member="Darkul Elahad"]

[member="John Doe"]

 

[John Doe]

"Boss, the little bastard took out 3 of our guys! Damn it! What do we do?"

John Doe was sitting on an old, rotting desk, kicking his legs around and about.

"You know what I always wondered? If a kid kills some adults, it's self-defense, but if I kill a kid and send his carcass to his parents to make a point, I'm suddenly a monster? Double standards! Oh, right. Well, kill him, I guess."

"He has lightsabers, boss! How the hell do we deal with that?!"

Kirk got on the radio now.

"Use scatterguns. He can't deflect that. Try and bring him alive, though. If he's just a kid...but if that's too hard...then take him out."

"Roger, Kirk."

The three remaining goons would switch to their flechette launchers and stick together in a tight formation, making sure that they had an entire 360 field of view as they crept down the dark halls, each slowly becoming more and more panicky in anticipation.

[member="Vishk Tarron"] [member="Darkul Elahad"]

 

[Matreya]

Dark managed to slip into a position of vantaged viewing, in the vicinity of the boy whom heedlessly slaughtered several men. Clearly the youth was a powerful being, likely a Force user, also agreed on by the appearance of lightsabers in the mix. When Dark watched the last fall, radio speaks could be heard nearby - scatterguns. Powerful tools for use by uncertain minds. They could pose a threat to the kid.

So it was that Dark stepped from hiding, Dinok held by the aft of its sheath, ready to be drawn in an instant, "Hows it going? I am Darkul Elahad, of House Elahad. I am offering my protection to this youth. I warn you now, should battle continue, there will not be diplomacy, or any more talk of leniency. I offer it now though. Turn, leave, and do not worry of chase." Dark said calmly, "But if you stay, know that there is a royal vessel nearby, so should you manage to somehow best me, there will be at least a hundred warriors more approaching swiftly."

[member="John Doe"] [member="Vishk Tarron"]