Mysteries of the Rim (Levantine Expedition)

[The Hound]

"Here we go..." he didn't know why, but he had this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he had already volunteered to fly the small group up and he couldn't back down now. Maybe being up in the stars would help clear his head a little. It usually did. Unlike the young padawan, Turin had not come prepared to go on some crazy adventure and had to go back to his small room and collect a few things, mostly food. He hadn't eaten all day and meditating took a lot out of you despite how simple and tranquil it seemed.

With a food bar hanging from his mouth and a small bag of food and basic kit he jogged down to the hangar bay where his small freighter sat in wait.
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"] [member="Valeria Aetani"] [member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Kala'ndryl Ryj"] [member="Kalizka"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Turin Val Kur"] , [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] , [member="Valeria Aetani"] , [member="Kala'ndryl Ryj"] , [member="Kalizka"]

Aboard the Silurus-Class, the crew was preparing to make the jump towards the signal. By all accounts the small freighter that was in transit would be able to dock with them over the planet. Crew scuttled into motion and soon the stars faded into lines as they entered hyperspace one more. The jump was a relatively short one, considering its proximity to their position in free space. Judah was letting the commander take over, after all, he had one of these to play with at Salacia. It was time the Levantines had their turn with his creation.

"Arrival in roughly three hours. I'll have the crew prepare for the worst. Accident. Downed vessel. War."

"Good idea, no idea what we're going to find out there. It'll be interesting to say the least."

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Three hours.

Nohemi would mull over this time frame, having found her own seating alongside a large viewport. She would be quiet, as she oft was, as she would ponder over just what .. or who would be out there?

The possibilities were endless, with a variety of potential scenarios that they would come to face. Perhaps an ancient vessel, whose crew has long been lost? Or mayhap a more recent freighter that perhaps had been attacked by local miscreants.

Or it could very well be a trap as well. Concern would furrow her brow.

Perhaps it would be in the crew’s best interests to wrap the ship with the currents of the Force, hiding it from sight until they would be close enough to the emergency beacon to validate just exactly what they were dealing with.

Lots of options to ponder.

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

[member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] [member="Turin Val Kur"] [member="Thurion Heavenshield"]

Valeria was amazed by the ship once she was aboard. She wondered around in something of a daze, examining everything she could like a kid in a candy ship. She barely heard Judah's words. Preparing for the worst was very wise indeed.

The Padawan, after wandering around aimlessly, found the quarters she'd been assigned and went to meditate and wait for them to arrive at their mysterious destination.

 

[Ket Van-Derveld]

Far Rim, Tingel Arm​

Ancona System​

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Raevana​

'Why is it I always allow my sense of adventure to preside over my good judgement?'

The thought ripped across Ket Van Derveld's mind more than once this day. The why of why he'd thought this was a good idea eluded him at the moment. Perhaps he just felt the need to escape civilization for a while. Maybe he felt the need to go off on his own. Either way, when he'd intercepted that rather badly garbled signal when crossing Levantine space three days ago, something lit up behind those cold, sapphire eyes of his. He had landed in a somewhat open area near where this signal had originated, not wanting to openly proclaim his presence should there be anyone or any thing of a hostile nature nearby. Walk in the shadows, that was his modus operandi. He'd left his ship, The Deceased Star, locked up tighter than a Sith holocron and it's automated defenses in passive mode. After all, one can never be too careful, especially when inserting themselves into the unknown.

He was garbed in a tight black tank-top, his well-worn leathers, and faded black combat boots. His slugthrower, a KD-30 Dissuader, clung close to his side in it's under-the-arm holster, and twin lightsaber hilts sat snug in clipped thigh holsters. He stood at what seemed to be almost a boarder wall of thick forest, the grasslands behind him. He closed his eyes, focusing upon the Force. He let himself sink into it, seeking it's guidance, listening to it's whispers. Then, almost suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he took off into the foliage like a predator zeroing in on it's prey...

Spoiler

[member="Turin Val Kur"] , [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] , [member="Valeria Aetani"] , [member="Kala'ndryl Ryj"] , [member="Kalizka"], [member="Judah Dashiell"]

 

[The Hound]

Stepping beside Nohemi he gazed into the vastness of Space. How he longed to fly through its endless depths again. For many along his path, it would bother him that at one point in his life he would have enjoyed taking the life of another in the deadly dance of dog fighting, and while he still enjoyed piloting, he now had a greater appreciation for life beyond his own.

Leaning against railing he glanced over to Nohemi, whom seemed deep in thought. "Is something bothering you Master Allaneh?" he asked. Three hours was a long while to wait, it was also ample time to gather any hints or data from the reluctant to teach Nohemi Allaneh on the White Current.
[member="Nohemi Allaneh"]

 

[Nohemi Allaneh]

Hearing her name in query would prompt the young Fallanassi Adept to turn her attention from the viewport towards [member="Turin Val Kur"]. An apologetic smile would wash the concern from her face as the skin over her brow would smooth over.

“Yes,” she began, making a small noise of acknowledgement with a following nod. “There are many unknowns in this endeavour. What could very well be a call for aid could be a trap in disguise.” she said in confidence.

The corners of her mouth would perk in an example of her deep thoughts, “Prudence would require the immersion of the ship in the currents of the Force to ensure the ability to achieve a closer observation of the origin of the emergency beacon without risk of the ship and crew.”

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Nohemi Allaneh"] , [member="Turin Val Kur"] , [member="Ket Van Derveld"] , [member="Valeria Aetani"]

After a short three hours in hyperspace, the Silurus-class vessel reappeared, emerging from hyperspace and into the real space around Raevana. The planet glittered and glowed in its splendid green-hued glory. From their vantage point it looked quite peaceful and vibrant. Walking through the vessel, Judah let his eyes gaze across the planet. He didn't seen any signs of fire. No signs of smoke rising from the green swaths.

"Anything on the scanners?"

"Vegetation is quite dense Sir. There is...a large amount of life in the area. Pinpointing to one area..." The crewman struggled to properly define why they couldn't merely pluck anything off the planet.

"Its alright, I understand. Nearly impossible. I do believe some Jedi are coming, so we'll wait for their word."

 

[Valiens Nantaris]

As soon as the ship had entered the system they could accurately pinpoint the location of the distress call, the third planet of the system. As they approached they found that this world was covered in dense jungle and teeming with life, especially in the broad areas running north and south of the equator for more than 70% of the planet. The signal, with due inevitability, was coming from deep inside the jungle’s heart.

Valeria stepped onto the bridge beside [member="Judah Dashiell"]. “Do we know anything about this place at all?”
One of the bridge officers frowned. “This system is marked in the astrogation charts, but there’s nothing in the databanks about it.”
“Atmosphere and gravity are safe, though it is rather warm,” another pointed out. He looked smug, as he wouldn’t be going down there, whatever happened.

“Well, Captain, Masters, are we going down there?” Valeria asked eagerly.

[member="Thurion Heavenshield"], [member="Nohemi Allaneh"], [member="Ket Van Derveld"], [member="Turin Val Kur"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Valeria Aetani"] , [member="Nohemi Allaneh"] , [member="Turin Val Kur"] , [member="Ket Van Derveld"]

"Of course we're going down there. At least, I am. We have a freighter waiting to take us down. Wouldn't be wise to land this thing in a jungle."

Judah wasn't going to wait for the Jedi to meditate and make their decision. He had patience, but to him it didn't seem like a situation that warranted much thought. Checking his rarely-used blaster pistol, Judah reholstered the weapon and looked to the others.

"Freighters in the hangar. Let's go."