[Mission] Chilled to the Bone

[Lord Gaius]

Planet: Voss | Starship: Dynamic-class Freighter​

Hasjo stood near the lake where he had caught the two fish. He wore the old Republic Jedi order tunic and trousers, light brown. With a dark brown, woollen cloak. Leather boots sported his feet. Military issue white wrist-guards he had worn on his time as a Commander of the Republic Navy. He awaited the arrival of his two companions. Asaak and Maya had organised a mission to Midvinter, and Hasjo being a former member of the Republic Navy had been the obvious choice to be their pilot. It was something they lacked currently with so few members of the Silver Jedi Order. Men of military experience, whether it was army or navy. The Republic had always substituted this with a boastful military, but the Silver Jedi really only had that - Jedi. And a handful of guards.
Nearby was a landed Dynamic-Class Freighter. An old rust-bucket that belonged to a former bounty hunter known only as Luminous. It was in poor condition, but Hasjo's astromech; R9-LH was inside doing some minor repairwork. The major repairs would be made at another time. Hasjo turned, his cloak billowing in the harsh wind. It was five in the morning, the sun had only just risen and the mist was heavy in the air. It was awfully cold. He marched towards the lowered ramp and ascended into the bowels of the ship. Awaiting for the arrival of his companions.

@[member="Asaak Tey"]
@[member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

It was really early. Despite her dedication to her Order, Asaak would never be a morning person. She had rolled from her cot with a groan, rubbing at her eyes and stumbling around to find her robes. She had a mission to start with fellow Padawans [member="Hasjo Hallu"] and [member="Maya Whitelight"]. They were to visit Midvinter, feel out relations and report back to the Silver Jedi Council about their findings. An easy task, but the Togruta was learning to expect the unexpected. Thankfully she'd been on a number of missions with the Nautolan and trusted his skills. Not to mention the fact that he had been the obvious choice to pilot them all out to the planet - Asaak could get from point A to point B but it was Hasjo who could complete all the fancy flywork and get them out of trouble if need be.

She didn't see him or Maya when she arrived in the hangar but she could feel his presence within the ship. She climbed inside slowly, not wanting to intrude on his space. She gave R9 a smile - she'd met the droid a few times and she thought he had a spectacular amount of personality. "Hey R9," she said in passing, waving. She didn't feel strange speaking to a droid that way. It was in her nature to be friendly to everyone and everything and besides...the astromech kind of felt like a person to her.

She found Hasjo within after searching through the ship, shaking her head once she'd found him. "I'm glad you're flying - I can't imagine piloting something of this size." It wasn't an enormous ship, but still much larger than anything Asaak could fathom directing with any manner of finesse.

 

[Lord Gaius]

Planet: Voss | Starship: Dynamic-class Freighter | Cockpit | Theme​

"I'm glad you're flying - I can't imagine piloting something of this size." [member="Asaak Tey"] had spoken from behind him. He spun in his chair, only now aware of her presence on the ship. Hasjo said "Ah, I didn't hear you come in." He turned around to the control panel before him and began to start the engine drives. He asked over his shoulder "Will Maya Whitelight be along shortly?" He thumbed a button and a loud rattling could be heard coming from the engine room. The ship began to vibrate, this wasn't normal for a ship. Technically speaking, this ship wasn't legally registered for flight. For one reason; it wasn't flight worthy. But Hasjo didn't know that. The former owner, a Bounty Hunter, had forged the registration license. As the previous owner once said after a vicious dogfight "The only thing holding this ship together is hope."

"That doesn't sound right" Hasjo murmured under his breath. He stood up and pointed a finger to R9, nodding in the direction of the corridor "Go see what you can do about the ruckus." He flicked his chin, baffled as to why the registered starship was having any trouble at all. He assumed it would be safe to fly and the noise may purely be cosmetic. Unlike Asaak who clearly was not a fan of mornings, Hasjo was now adapted to them. He had so many early mornings that he was one of the first people up and awake at the Temple. "How did you sleep?" he asked Asaak.

 

[Maya Carrick]

Placing herself into the refresher when heard her beeper go off. It had been such beautiful sunrise keeping her run going for another half hour. Making herself running late, then again, need to be more focus on the task. Grabbing her clothing off the hook, some what getting into the mind set when on the planet or mission would behave herself by wearing "normal" clothing. Again hold habits die hard she put one of her body suits under the jedi clothing, making sure her cloak with of the white purity for the healing arts. Last minute packing took place shoving all that was need then some that didn't really needed like her armor that could be put needed into another bag.

Slowing her pace to the ship, it was making so much noise it all she could do to not have a open mouth keeping her thoughts to herself. Boarding the ramp, looking at the R9 going off to another part of the ship. Shaking her head all the way to the bridge. Remind me who idea it was to take this fun bunch of rust bolts. Putting both bag down on the floor wondering if they would go through the floor. In all the time to not want to take her ship, why or never mind the last time mission was taken something about having her not so nice plants on board, that almost took a bit out of Regor fanny didn't set well. Giving a chuckle only to find, them both looking at her with a blushing. I sure I could give R9 a hand, its not like I just took shower to smell like sweat and grease. By now knowing or at less hoping [member="Hasjo Hallu"] be use to her playfulness taking a few steps, kissing him on the cheek. I'm sure you know what your doing, ......Right?

Giving that I'm the last one you didn't see the sunrise [member="Asaak Tey"] it was lovely, you really should come for a run with me. Knowing she had been asking her to a early run for a while now, something about not being normal what every that meant.

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

She grimaced sheepishly when [member="Hasjo Hallu"] said he hadn't heard her come in. She was quiet as a mouse even on her groggiest days and she often snuck up on people. She was about to apologize when the sound of something rattling distracted her. That was...not comforting. She watched R9 spin off to go find the source of the trouble, answering his initial question as a little smile drifted to her lips. "Yes, I'd imagine she'd be along any minute. She's better at mornings than I am." She laughed when his next question seemed to read her mind, shrugging and finding a seat in the cockpit to wait in. "I slept well...until the waking up part. How about you?"

As if on cue, [member="Maya Whitelight"] appeared, perky and beautiful as usual. Asaak liked how she seemed to fill a room with her bubbly presence, grinning despite her sleepy brain. "You know, I really should take you up on that run Maya. I really DO need to get used to mornings," she said, offering a little self-deprecating humor.

She looked back to Hasjo, having faith in his ability to pilot them to safety despite the rather scary sounds the ship was managing to make before even lifting off the ground. "Anything I can do to help before we go Hasjo?"

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Remind me who's idea it was to take this fun bunch of rust bolts." [member="Maya Whitelight"] said as she entered the ship. Hasjo didn't have the time to glance over his shoulder, he was trying to solve the mystery of the noise. It was starting to bug him. "It was me" he volunteered in response to her rhetorical question. R9 came speeding back down the corridor and into the cockpit, making a series of beeps, whistles and tweets as it came to an abrupt halt before Hasjo. The Nautolan looked down "What do you mean the heat-sink is missing?"
"Swee skit!" R9 whistled and sped off back the way he had come.
"Great, it's going to be freezing in here" Hasjo chided, more concerned for the other two than for himself.
"I'm sure you know what your doing, ......Right?" Maya said after giving him a brief peck on the cheek. He turned around to face her "This thing can still fly, but R9 is going to keep the air-conditioning running on the lowest setting to counter-act the missing component. If we don't have the temperature down, the ships engine will overheat and well. . it's not a good thing."
"Giving that I'm the last one you didn't see the sunrise [member="Asaak Tey"], it was lovely, you really should come for a run with me."
"You know, I really should take you up on that run Maya. I really DO need to get used to mornings,"
"Or an early morning swim" he joked perhaps too dryly. The mornings could be frightfully cold with the early morning winds, but the Nautolan was naturally adapted to the cold.
"Anything I can do to help before we go Hasjo?"
"You can both strap yourselves in momentarily. R9 said there's something else missing but he doesn't know what" he answered. Hasjo waited for them all to take a seat. A gust of cold wind shot down the corridor, the ship now rattling even louder. R9 had activated the air-conditioning systems. Hasjo began to thumb a button for the propulsion drives. He reached over and buckled himself in with a cross harness over his chest. On the count of three, he reached over and slammed a hand lever completely down, the engine roaring and shaking like nothing before. Even Hasjo now second-guessed how good this ship was. He'd been cheated. The ship began to hover, he flicked a switch and the landing gears raised into the bowels of the ship. He pressed forward on the lever that determined acceleration, and pulled back on the lever that placed their pitch. The ship turned to face diagonally into the sky and shot into the clouds. Hasjo immediately knew what was missing. Artificial gravity. He heard R9 begin screaming in binary as he was thrown from one end of the ship to the other.

 

[Maya Carrick]

"Great, it's going to be freezing in here.
Giving [member="Hasjo Hallu"] a raised eyebrow wanting to question only to be spoken to once again. Okay some of us don't like clothing to beginning with now you saying, to put on more for the trip... wa.... Before she could make her move towards the exit to get some extra layer or two, only to be brought back. Only to look at him to a swim thinking sure love it if the water was warm and inviting. Feeling that she was more at home in the water but then again it had to be the right kind of water nice hot and inviting. With a smirk on her lips, as to why she enjoy the last time.

"You can both strap yourselves in momentarily. R9 said there's something else missing but he doesn't know what"

ARe you....Feeling the left off only to look over at [member="Asaak Tey"] are we going to make it with this old bucket of bolts work. It only took her a second to let down with a little bit of force to feel for the buckets. Only to be looking at there shauffeur for the trip, could she handle not being at the stick. Only to find herself taking a deep breather. Lets the force help us...a lot ...we going to need it. Oh boy there isn't one thing its another, just pressing her lips hard.

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

“Okay, some of us don’t even like clothes to begin with, now you’re saying to put on more…”

Asaak couldn’t help it – she laughed. [member="Maya Whitelight"] was always surprising her. She had spent a lot of time within the Republic and she couldn’t remember hearing many Jedi crack a joke like that. Especially since she thought that Maya definitely wasn’t kidding!

She strapped herself in on [member="Hasjo Hallu"]’s suggestion and it would seem just in time as he steered the ship up in to the skies at considerable protest on the craft’s part. She drew on the Force, asking it for calm, something she was glad for as she heard R9 whistling around.

WOOAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!

Asaak left herself strapped in as the ship’s artificial gravity didn’t kick on. She was floating an inch or two above her seat, hugging her arms to her sides and letting the seatbelt keep her relatively glued. “Don’t worry Maya – I’ve seen Hasjo make a landspeeder do things it should barely be capable of,” she said, remembering that first mission they were on together where he brought the landspeeder up and over to what seemed impossible heights on a building. “I’m sure he can get us to Midvinter in one piece,” she finished.

As another “THUNK” slammed through the ship, she really hoped her faith was well placed.

 

[CHANI]

[member="Asaak Tey"] , [member="Maya Whitelight"] , [member="Hasjo Hallu"] ,

She stretched a wire over a fuse and steadied her hand, not suppose to short out the node... and there, a satisfying click activated power on the signal transmitter she fixed, it must have fallen from a ship as it broke atmosphere, it was sheer luck that Chani came across it softly nestled in a patch of mud, the component was conductive resistant so it survived the wet muck, she looked at the now working device and mused how she loved fiddling with technology, a sort of hobby which one day would grow into more she knew, time would prove this.

Beep, boop, beep.

A signal! Chani looked around and failed to see anything take off, but she heard it, the sweet sounding engine of a freighter, they had a distinct- vroom -noise to them while in the atmosphere, sort of like if a speeder where a garbage truck, she wondered who the owner was as she waltzed in the direction, curious if the component she fixed was from the same ship. Maybe she'd salvage parts on the ground while it was gone.

 

[Lord Gaius]

[member="CHANI"] | [member="Asaak Tey"] | [member="Maya Whitelight"]​

They slammed through the atmosphere with the protest of grinding metal. Then they were in the voice of space, gliding smoothly. Except for the vibration of the ship, and the constant moan from the engines. The chill was beginning to set in. R9 corrected himself with his boosters and began to orbit around the inner bowels of the ship, trying to make his way back to the engine room. "Steady yourselves, this may make you sick" Hasjo informed them both, his hand beginning to flick a series of switches, and twist the nozzle of a dial. His hand hovered over a lever. He had entered the navigational data, and the hyperspace route they would be taking. Now it was a matter of praying this ship would stay in one piece. "The only thing holding this ship together is hope" Hasjo said sarcastically, though it almost seemed true with how poor of condition it was in. Suddenly everything seemed to halt for a split second, then the stars became a blurring streak of white light.

Something was screeching loudly on the outside of the ship as they tore through hyperspace. "R9, get on it" Hasjo ordered, and the droid flew off. The ship shuddered. Then again, and again. With each shudder it grew worse. The tearing of metal could be heard and the dashboard began to burst with red light. Danger and Warning systems kicked in, flashing crimson lights burning their eyes. "We've lost our fuel drive pressure stabiliser!" the Nautolan exclaimed, his hands hovering over various buttons as he rapidly thumbed them, flicking switches and twisting nozzles. He was desperately trying to keep the ship in one piece now. On the back of his mind, he noted he needed to have a very stern talking to with a particular salesman.

They shot out of hyperspace without warning, and worse, they were flying straight for a space station. Hasjo grabbed the mic, blurting out "Juliet 0-6 to unidentified station. We're on a crash vector for your station. Repeat. We're on crash vector for your station." He gripped the controls and tried to spin the freighter away from the station, but useless. The engines were cold. "Juliet 0-6 to unidentified station. Do you copy? We're on a crash vector for your station. Recommend immediate manoeuvres. Our engines are fried." Hasjo tossed the mic aside, the communication channel was dead on the other end. Nor did he see any lights coming from the station, it was abandoned. He reached a hand under the dashboard and began to slam the emergency power systems. Once. . . Twice . . . Thrice. The engines roared and the freighter narrowly avoided the station. Hasjo gripped the controls with white knuckles, regardless of his natural green skin. He was shaken, it had been a close call, too close. His head-tresses were tensed, and R9 began to bleep out a series of binary curses.

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

So THIS was how she was going to die? She hadn't pictured herself smashing in to a space station. She'd always pictured it being more noble.

But it seemed whether it was a joke or not that hope WAS keeping the ship together and Asaak gulped a sigh of relief when Hasjo managed to save them all. "Thanks Hasjo...Force, nothing's ever easy is it?" she asked, sighing quietly but still somehow in good spirits. Avoiding death did that to a person. She looked over her shoulder to her other friend, [member="Maya Whitelight"]. "You alright?" she questioned, giving her a reassuring smile.

Once she was sure that no one was worse off than R9's irritated whistling she looked out the viewport at the space station they'd almost become acquainted with. There had been no response when [member="Hasjo Hallu"] had tried to raise them and.....she pushed out with the Force, stretching her sense to the limits to probe the station. They were a little far away for her to get a true sense of what was going on, but... "Something's wrong in there." Her feelings were almost never wrong and the cold shudder that seemed to touch at her was absolutely strong enough to cause concern.

[member="CHANI"]

 

[CHANI]

[member="Asaak Tey"] , [member="Hasjo Hallu"] , [member="Maya Whitelight"]

As time passed her arms filled up with debris which had been inadvertently fallen apart from the ship, Chani looked to the sky, her red hair tilting backwards as she shielded her eyes from the bright horizon, who in the world was flying that ship, she mused a short force luck phrase under her breath and headed back to the Temple, salvage in hand. Some of these items she could use for her own YT-variant, but she had a feeling these parts belonged to someone within the Order, after all for the most part only Silver members came and went that they where aware of.

Waltzing over to the data logs in the docking bay, really a makeshift landing pad made from ancient rocks, exposed to the elements, a few voice commands and she discovered the computers recorded no official launch. "Curious," she thought and attended the transmitter.

 

[Darth Vilus]

The comms of the freighter beeped, signalling an audio message. The message was crackled and broken up, but went something like this:

"Mayday, mayday, we are under---from---forces. Requesting immediate assistance! Please help us, they're killing us --- Juliet --6...Help..."

And the transmission ended.

[member=CHANI] [member=Asaak Tey] [member="Hasjo Hallu"] [member="Maya Whitelight"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

Sweet force, I hope this bucket of bolts hold together, I can fix a lot of things but I think this one is be on help. Shaking her head looking at both [member="Hasjo Hallu"][member="Asaak Tey"] Then towards which was puzzled at what going on with her. Then over it wsa a Mayday Mayday.
Hasjo we aren't going to answer that call are we...?????? All things running through her head as to why there would be a Mayday coming could be a number of things should she keep them to herself, as to the fact that smuggling tricks she had seen a lot even had to get herself out of mess but then after all they might not live with themself they was after all jedi here to help others in need. [member="Darth Vilus"]

[member="CHANI"]

 

[Lord Gaius]

"Mayday, mayday, we are under---from---forces. Requesting immediate assistance! Please help us, they're killing us --- Juliet --6...Help..."
"Juliet 0-6 to unidentified station. We read you. We're en route now. Do you copy, over?" Hasjo said into the communication channel, but the link was dead. All remained quiet on the other end.
"Hasjo we aren't going to answer that call are we...?"
"It's our duty as Jedi to help those in need" Hasjo informed her, unbuckling himself out of his harness and standing up in the weightlessness of zero gravity. "R9, set an approach vector for one of the emergency shuttle bays." R9 complied, moving forward via his boosters to plug himself into the freighter and steer the ship towards one of the various emergency bubbles. Hasjo climbed through the freighter, down the thin neck that led from the cockpit to the main hall. He turned left and entered a room that would connect the ship to the station. He awaited for them, hoping they would join him.

@[member="Maya Whitelight"] @[member="Asaak Tey"]

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

A thick, sick feeling clawed up from her stomach when the mayday call sounded out. It only confirmed the inkling she was getting from within the space station, that something terrible had happened. The thought that she was glad to have [member="Hasjo Hallu"] at her side crossed her mind again and not for the first time that day – she had a grasp of the Force rivaling his skill in combat and with a saber, but that was just it. Combat was his realm and he was very good at it. She was hopeless when it came to such things, but she could feel calm and determined knowing that her strengths would complement his. A solution to all surprises.

They’d need it.

She got up softly, padding after Hasjo and calling back up the tube to [member="Maya Whitelight"]. “It’ll be fine Maya. See how well it’s gone so far?” She grinned, following her friend down to board the other ship and meet whatever it was that awaited them.

[member="CHANI"] [member="Darth Vilus"]

 

[CHANI]

The Kiffar danced around the landing pad and hurried inside with her bundle of debris, she hoped there would be some rare metals or data amongst them so she could ascertain whatever endeavor that ship had been involved in, since the information was straight from the Council it was eyes only and she wasn't high enough rank to be privileged of the information. She felt compelled to crack the system but against her usually not so better judgement decided against this act and retired to the confines of the New Jedi Temple.

[member="Asaak Tey"] , [member="Hasjo Hallu"] , [member="Maya Whitelight"] , [member="Darth Vilus"]

 

[Maya Carrick]

“It’ll be fine Maya. See how well it’s gone so far?” looking with her eyes before unclicking her belt to follow after [member="Asaak Tey"] Your right, Asaak, giving smile on her lips. Feeling shiver though her. only to push it down inside nothing would happen to them. Letting her boots come down the ramp, looking at [member="Hasjo Hallu"] ​this place looks like it holds some secret don't it. Looking aorund to the fact that there wasn't much light, just beginning to use what being taught. Calling forth the light from with in her to be that beacon of light for all around to see clearly where they was going. this making sure [member="CHANI"] wasn't to far a head as with the last mission liking to take off on her own.

 

[Aeron Zambrano]

As their ship docked on the station, the soft bump of the two vessels connecting felt under her feet, Asaak called on the Force for calm. Something was very, very awry on the ship but for whatever reason it felt that despite the wrong, dark feeling she was getting that nothing was aboard the ship.

She was worried about what lay ahead of them.

[member="Maya Whitelight"]'s bright beacon in the Force calmed her however, and [member="Hasjo Hallu"]'s powerful presence as ever did the same.

As the dock between the two vessels opened Asaak stepped in carefully beside her two fellow Jedi, brushing her sense out over the ship. Still nothing. Still that strange sense that that assumption wasn't correct. "I sense nothing living. But my senses also tell me we aren't alone, not completely," she offered. She kept the channel open, sensing over the whole station as they stepped gingerly in to the hallway.

It was then that the sharp, metallic smell of fresh blood assaulted her nose.

[member="Darth Vilus"] @Melakoth Tyrin

 

[Darth Vilus]

A large, heavy blast door sat in front of the main docking port, designed to prevent any unwanted incursions. Just as the overwhelming smell of blood assaulted Asaak's senses, the door slid shut. Immediately, red lights began to flash as klaxons burst into life.

"Intruder alert!" said a metallic voice, blaring over several speakers across the station. "Intruder alert!"

Some distance away, a door slid open in the side of a coridoor. The room it revealed was no bigger than a small closet, and all it contained was three armed battle droids. Presently, the previously deactivated killing machines began to move, their metal legs making contact with the floor and their arms extended, blaster rifles in hand. Several similar rooms containing the station's security droids had opened up all around the docking bay. The droids had a single purpose: destroy the intruders. Each group began to proceed towards the corridor in which the Jedi stood--most were less than a minute away...

[member="Asaak Tey"]
[member="Maya Whitelight"]
[member="Hasjo Hallu"]
[member="CHANI"]