Namana Namana Batman (Sargon)

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

For a distracted moment, "wellbeing" sounded like murder. Sargon's actual meaning clicked a heartbeat later.

"Absolutely worth it." Connory gestured out the window. "Permanence-class. I love these ships. You'll still find them all over the Unknown Regions in terrible condition. A hundred planetary defense forces wound up with one or two but don't have the resources to keep them operating. I've seen this hull serve as a small station, a bulk freighter, even a city on the ground. Iron Crown thought about a buyback initiative at one point - maybe we'll see them turn out a refitted version."

 

[Sargon Vynea]

He grinned at the thought, "Perhaps, she is going to need some updates no matter where I take her, and that means more resources then one of the local systems. Shortens the lists of choices a bit, though I suppose I could take her right to Iron Crown. Though like you said that's more likely a buy back, and I'd rather her stay mine for a bit longer. I think I know where I could take her though, some place she might even be valued despite her wear. Just didn't have anywhere to bring her into port in the end, though the look on the First Order's faces might have been worth it for a second when she exited hyperspace."

Sending the coordinates over he watched one of the cargo ships move off until it blinked out of sight. "The data's all yours now, I hope you won't make me regret this. You seem a decent fellow, I'd hate to have to kill you." Giving Connory a grin he gave the navigation data to his droid as they lurched to follow the freighter. "After I drop you off I'm going to move her on to greener pastures, somewhere she might find a purpose again. Then I suppose we'll start tracking your boy. At least that's what I assume you'd like to work on first."

[member="Connory"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

"You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die."

Sargon's spot-on assessment led Connory back to the big question, the only question: finding the kid. "I'm sorry I couldn't find you much to work with. Anything you could get would help - even a glimpse of the kind of environment they're in. Oh, one other detail: they used to be on an agrarian world called Okyaab Four. I hired a bounty hunter who specializes in finding, and she tracked them as far as a burnt hideout. Will that help?"

He'd been Force sensitive briefly, a long story, but he'd never been a visionary ora tracker. Sargon's skillset remained alien to him.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

With a nod he considered the information, "I wish it was that simple, but perhaps it's simply best to show you. Finding someone through the Force isn't like a blood hound tracks, well unless you're a witch. They can track blood pretty much anywhere, trust me on that. Follow me, if you would please."

Moving out of the cockpit and towards the meditation room he breathed in the air as he sat in the grass. A bit unusual he supposed, but the way he figured it the more life, the more Force one surrounded themselves with. "I don't know how much experience you've had with the Force, but I'm no Sith so the Force doesn't bend to my will. I can't make it show me what I want it to, it works through me, and guides me. While a signature I know I can plainly see with a bit of focus, one I don't doesn't simply leap out unless the Force guides me to it. I'm going to do a partial mind meld on you, just enough of one to show you what the Force shows me."

Closing his eyes the Zabrak reached out slowly as the Force took hold of him surrounding him with it's touch, whispering of secrets just out of understanding. Touching Connory's mind he gave him a moment to simply see as Sargon moved away from his body and out over the galaxy. Light and shadow danced back and forth and the balance of the Force constantly shifted a mad dance that only made sense as you backed further and further away. The colors and sounds of millions of lives one with the Force even when they couldn't feel it, a tapestry woven over all of space. He showed Connory his own signature in the Force, and then simply sat for a moment meditating on the direction the Force pulled him in.

While he couldn't bend the Force to his will he was far from just a helpless rider, as the Forced moved through him it pulled him ever closer to places that could be either a hint, or places his son had been. He scanned over life that felt akin to his signature, and even the distant memory of Mia's. Slowly but surely the Force guided him somewhere, and showed Connory through Sargon's mind. Opening his eyes he breathed out releasing the Force as he did. "Something, like I said though not as simple as exacts since I don't know his signature. Could be a hint, a location, or just a place he's passed through I don't know. It's a start though."

[member="Connory"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

"Oof." Connory dragged himself back onto a bench and rubbed his eye sockets with the heels of his hands. "I don't know what I was expecting, but it sure wasnt that."

Once upon a time he'd finagled a way to access the Force, and infiltrated the One Sith. He'd abandoned the mechanism of that sensitivity when he came in from the cold. His experience with the Force, then, was both old and simple. He'd never gotten past pushes and pulls and the odd mind trick.

"I think I saw something useful. Don't think it was confirmation bias, either. Too clear for that. Gives me plenty to work with."

He sat on the details. Either Sargon had already seen them or he didn't really need to know. The glimpse had verified that the kid was alive, safe, and possibly even well cared for. That cast an awkward light on the bounties he'd set.

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Opening his eyes as he considered over what the Force had shown him as he gave Connory a nod. "As I said, it's a bit different then other methods of tracking. I'm glad it helped though, like I said I wasn't certain of any degree of success without his signature. It's up to the Force then what it shows me, and it usually has a purpose for whatever it does show. The question now is do we remain on course, or are we up for a bit of adventure on this?"

Standing up he brushed off his legs of a bit of dirt giving the engineer a bit of time to think things over. "Though depending on how pressing your need is for that info perhaps your expecting a need for concealment in this operation. In which case I suppose the data may just be more important so we can get the kid out."

[member="Connory"]

 

[Jorga the Hutt]

[member="Sargon Vynea"]

Connory shook his head. "I think I need to think on this. What I saw changes things." There'd be a bounty to cancel - or, more accurately, declare resolved. That would maximize the kid's safety and direct the hunters toward Connory instead. Since the kid was safe, the bounty would just cause problems at this stage, no matter how well it had drawn out the hunters and driven his protectors underground.

"Change course, if you don't mind. I got a summons to an obscure Core world called Kuar. It was a Mandalorian staging area fifty centuries back, and I think it's bound up in a new, loose association of Mandalorians who the Empire dislikes. The Mandalorian Empire's leaders are the men hunting my son. What do you say, tracker? Want to help me find some buried secrets?"