Nightmare of Glass [Open Dungeon Type]

[Adam Driver]

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Pan's Nightmare​

Deep Space​

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Prologue

It is what happens when a World Terraformer gains a mind of it's own. Instead of rebuilding a planet, it breaks it. Burning the new world whole and watching it's ocean's drown in old flame. Fire and wet glass. Ice and sudden heat. This, is Pan's Nightmare. Once, his miracle. Hailed long, long ago as the great operation that would save his dying race. But in the end, destroyed it. The last remnants of a species now long, long extinct. Forever drowned out to the sound of endless, endless space. Giant and alone.

This is now our Nightmare. Our world breaker. Not sleeping, not resting, still hungry. Discovered by an ATC Longbow Expedition following the Event known as The Sundering of Corellia. When all hell broke free and strange energy readings, and wild astral projections ruled the Hyperlanes. A time when empire's stood still. Now, Pan's Nightmare exists in our galaxy. An ocean of frozen blue gases surrounded by searing waves of sparkling green fire. An atmosphere of flaying radiation amid the webway foundations of a thousand broken glass towers. A shroud to the senses and a cloud to the scanners. Holding herself together for over a thousand cold, cold generations. With yet even more mileage on her glass grinding gears still to come. This, is Pan's Nightmare. A climax of danger and intimacy on a larger scale than the galaxy had ever seen. This.

Was most dangerous dungeon ever known.

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The Webway - An Expedition Lost

High atop the long slender spires of the Nightmare's thrusting towers, Chase Finn awoke to a crash. His X-Wing was broken. Busted, bruised, and smoking hot. Crisped into near cinder as the long flaming rays of the planet lashed out at him. An arching wave of green flame that had torn off his shields and thrown his small ship headlong into a tumble. A tumbling fall that had been just lucky enough to crash into one of the white towers of planet below. Leaving him exposed to the good pressure and normal gravity inside it's broken walls.

He climbed out from his sparking broken cockpit and looked out at the black void behind him. The hole from which he'd entered was now closed with some kind of barrier, or force field. A pale blue flickering light. A thin sheet of energy barely visible to the human eye. That was all that separated him now from the great vastness of space beyond. A tiny reminder that indeed, he was still alive. But maybe not for long.

His ship sizzled in it's melted crumpled state and the heroic pilot dismounted the steaming pile as quickly as he could. Cursing himself for thought and quickly looking back for his droid. ...Too late. His friend was a broken pile too.

Finn climbed up from the wreckage and admired his surroundings with distaste. A alien vessel of dark blue steel plates. Shaped glass and a polished, glossy shine. With a floor that echoed his every step and a breeze that chilled his lungs. Even nearer the flaming wreckage of his smoldering ship, he couldn't help but shiver in the cold. What a miserable place indeed. He moved to the giant glass view-plate and looked out into the wonder of the wide green world beyond. Along the horizon of the planet he could still see the remains of his friends. Their vessels burned black against the lashing green flames. Little more than shipwrecks now. His whole squadron and the capital ship gone too. Feth. They hadn't even seen the guns on the towers until it was too late. Who could have known this place was still active? All their scans had come up empty. White noise and bloated chatter. He should have known better. Maybe then his people would still be alive.

His malaise was broken as a new footfall could be heard coming from the corridors beyond him. First one clamoring noise and then many more. Dozens of creatures were coming. The clatter was violent and lingering loud. Chase's blood ran hot as he scrambled back over the wreckage of his ship. Leaning down into the burning ruins and grabbing his blaster. An automatic carbine just small enough for a Captain's hip. He checked the charge. ...Full power. Good. He had a feeling he was gonna need it.

Finn grabbed cover with his eyes down the lane. The long blue corridor with no doors and even less light to see. He squinted against the glare of the fires just behind and gave a nod to the shimmering blue force field that held deep space at bay. "Here they come" he thought to himself. The last man on his squadron. The sole survivor of his expedition. Lured out into his hell hole of a planet by an ATC distress beacon that was now, nowhere to be found.

"I'm right here you bastards. Come and get me..."

Three red eyes came into view down the corridor. Then a dozen or two dozen more. An army of tiny kobold robots with fanned heads and beady red eyes. Lead by a human sized robot with sharp spines and a two legged jog. No doubt the leader of this rag-tag band of robots. Droids to be certain. Old, old droid sentinels from a time when this Nightmare had been hailed as a miracle of science. And each and every one of them had a gun in it's hand. Ready to dislodge any intruder from their mother home.

Finn didn't waste time by talking. He took aim with his gun and blew away the first kobold that came into range. Vaporizing the little two-legged robot into a dozen tiny pieces. ...Good. No shields. Just metal. Blasters could eat metal. Let them come.

The leader robot took cover and watched patiently as his minions began to die by the dozens. Yet more and more waves of the tiny droids gathered up behind him. Unleashing themselves upon the poor surviving pilot without mercy and without qualm. They were not here to take prisoners for their mother computer. They were here to purge. They were here to destroy.

The bodies started rising and the tiny robots started shooting. But Captain Finn didn't back down. Clad in his orange jumpsuit and leveraged by his smoldering ship, he gave them hell and red blazing shells. Gunning down the toys with an anger he hadn't felt since the New Sith War. Rolling just enough to dodge their finicky blasts and return fire down the long Nightmare lanes.

Yet still their leader remained hidden. Watching the single human pilot dispatch his tiny fellows with a gunner's blazing ease. If this robot could frown, it might have. Otherwise it's three orange eyes turned to the blue shimmering shield that remained behind the pilot. That small blue tent covering which held the outside vacuum at bay. Examining the massive hole that Finn's starship had punched in the ceiling, he grinned. Grinning devilishly, as only red oval optics really could. The tall robot began to speak into the communicated located on it's thin metal wrists. Intelligently devising a way to rid itself of this sluggish invader and his blazing red gun.

Finn raised an eyebrow as the tiny droids suddenly slammed into a newly erected bright blue wall. Not a dozen meters in front of him had a new shimmering energy shield been applied. Cutting off the corridor between him and the angry robots beyond. A door and a blockage to their path. The flock of hungry eyes soon smashed themselves up against the shield just to see him better. Hungry for the kill. Chase rolled to his belly and once again noticed the lead robot in the far, far ranks beyond. Now the leader was standing up tall and present. Walking calmly right up to the shimmering shield and standing just beyond it's flicking gaze. Finn hated those three red eyes now. It was all he could stand just to see them this close.

"You want me!? Come get me!"

He stood up and blasted a dozen rounds against the crowd. Aiming his last great barrage just for the tall Lieutenant Droid just beyond. Alas. None of his rounds penetrated. Leaving mere smoke where the plasma rounds had failed to puncture and allowing the dark droids there left to laugh, and chirp aloud. That is, if hard metal could laugh or chirp with glee. Instead... The lead robot simply raised his thin wrist and tapped a small button near his com. Causing the shimmering shield behind Finn's broken fighter to fade and to fail. Sucking out the air and leaving poor Finn to stagger against the blast. And then he was gone. Blown out the swirling hole with the rest of the room and it's smoldering ruinous ship. Swoosh.

And then nothing.

Behind the shimmering shield that left the robot horde intact, the taller lead robot nodded to the dark. Smiling, as if to say: Ha ha. It never even needed to fire it's rifle. ...Mission complete.

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Epilogue to Adventure...

In deep space an ATC distress beacon is chiming. Luring all new fools to save it's brethren men. For the world breaker is hungry. For the world breaker is awake. And his golden vaults of endless treasure have never yet been opened.


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[Vora Kaar]

Traveling was abound. I used my Dads old Templar ship as my own. Considering that My father used Silver Jedi ship when on business, He would loan it to me when I needed it. As such, I was traveling across the Galaxy with a proxy droid in the co-pilot seat. My father wanted me to learn more about the universe, as well as go to different Jedi temples to learn as much as I could. Each moment I was out here alone, I felt more like an Adult. As such I should be. Considering my father was around the same age as I was when he was moving among the stars, he trusted me. At this time in my life I was considered better off than he was. I was glad for it. However, did he really need to tell the proxy droid to keep an extra eye on me? I would stand up and the droid thought I was going to suddenly jump out of the air lock.

Even so, as I stood up now, The droid turned to me and I shook my head. Indicating I was getting a drink, the droid sat back down. I was about to leave the cockpit when a distress beacon went over our systems. I turned back around as the droid was furiously typing away at one of the boards on the ship.

"The signal is coming from an unknown portion of space. Showing the coordinates, but not known on any map downloaded on the ship."

I walked forward and was about to sit down. I had thought to myself. If I was sending a distress beacon, and I needed help, would I want someone to my aid as fast as possible? As a Jedi Guardian, I needed to help those in need. I needed to be the person not to save the day, but to make life a little easier for the person. As such, I started to slam on the controls of the ship.

​"Set our course to those coordinates."
"But Master Carrick state-"
"I know, to go to the different Jedi temples. But someone may be in trouble. So I am going to help them."
"I am to follow protocalls set by-"
"Yes my father, I know. Just take us there. We will check it out. If they are okay, then we will move on. Promise."

The droid was hesitant for a moment before plugging in the location numbers on the map. And as soon as it did so, I punched it to send us in that direction. It only took a few moments for us to reach it as we were fairly close already. After breaking through the lightspeed, We slowed down to sublight speeds. The sudden jolt sent me forward in my seat, and I stood up. Rushing towards my room on the ship.

"What are you doing Apprentice Carrick!"

The droid yelling out to me, as I reached my room. Grabbing my blaster rifle, and grabbing my sword as it lay in the sheath. I tied the belt around my waist, and then set the strap of the rifle over my shoulder to let the weapon hang in the low and ready spot. Yelling from my room.

"Run diagnostics. See if there are any living people down there!"

Grabbing a special collar, I snapped it around my neck, making sure it was on tight and ready. I smiled as the yellow glow of the bar around my neck turned on. Letting me know it was functioning. I then grabbed a hold of the grip of the blaster rifle, and ran back towards the cockpit. Jingling all the way down the halls with my armor on. As I got back, I heard some bad news.

"No Life forms sir."

I stopped dead in my tracks. Nothing? not even animals? What the hell? I looked at the sensors. And sure enough, nothing. I looked perplexed as I walked back towards where the hall of the ship met the cockpit. Running my right hand through my blue hair as my left was on my waist. What would he do. What would she do? I breathed in deeply. Holding my hands in front of me open, and closing before I exhaled. I grabbed a hold of the blaster one more time.

"Proxy, run it again."
"It clearly sh-"
"I know, just double check for me please."
"Yes Apprentice Carrick"

The droid started typing away again as I smirked. I moved towards one of the escape pods. Hoped in, and pressed the sealing of the doors. An alarm went off and Proxy started yelling in a mumbled voice. Asking what I was doing. I strapped myself in, and pressed the eject button while speaking to myself.

"I'm a Jedi."

I had to do my Job. Suffering the bumby ride as I broke through the atmosphere. Taking about three minutes of this dead space, I finally crashed down. The sudden jolt sent me towards the floor, but the seat kept me in place. Grabbing my buckles, and taking them off in a hurry, I activated my helmet. The singing of metal leaves sliding over one another as the collar formed into a helmet felt so good to my ears. My vision was black for a moment before a HUD showed up in front of me, and my eyes were open. The yellow lights from the helmet illuminated the dark escape pod as I could hear over the Communications link, Proxy yelling at me.

"Proxy, You can hear me right?"
"Yes, but y-"
"Good, now listen. I am checking it out because something seems wrong. Stay in the ship, and orbit around the planet. If I need help, I will call you."
"Your Parents will not be happy of the actions you are taking today Apprentice Carrick."
"I am fine with that. Now make sure to keep contact with anyone else who may have been in the proximity of this planet. If there are no other life forms, then why did a signal go off? Update my Hud to show me the direction on the planet where I need to go."
"Updating now."
"Thank you"

I pulled on the hatch. Letting the door blow open to reveal the surface of this planet. Droid bodies stood everywhere. All in some sort of trance? Hopefully they wouldn't turn on the moment I took a step out of this pod.

And that is when I took my first step out of the Escape pod.

[member="Adam Driver"], [member="Jay Scott Clark"],

 

[Adam Driver]

GM POST

w [member="Zephyr Carrick"]


It was a volcanic space that greeted the lay traveler to the surface of the broken world. Except where their should have been black rocks and red lava, there was frozen ice and hot rushing liquid. Blue liquid. Boiling and bubbling it's way through the torn landscape of jagged ice and frozen water. Like standing on a frozen ocean where the schools of boiling fish bubbled up from the ground in rivers.

The air was a windy storm. Unbreathable and forceful to a push. The skies above, a thunderstorm of orange clouds and streaking green flames. Thin, so very very thin. Where space beyond was as visible as living in an eternal night. This was a world that was broken and dying. Cycling eternally through solid, liquid, and gas. As if hell itself had taken the form of a frozen wasteland and vomited the devil's purest rage like clouds upon the earth. This.

Was a nightmare.

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The droid sentinels did not move as there was no white tower close enough to emit a signal to attack. They remained like stones. Frozen jagged into the layered earth. Though they all pointed their heads the same way. Out towards the east. Out towards [member="Zephyr Carrick"] 's beeping destination. A singluar white tower that jutted upwards from the broken crusty earth. Endlessly tall, as to lose all balance when staring upwards. Piercing through the clouds, and storms, and raging green fires above. A singular white tower that connected itself sparely to the Webway beyond. Then never-ending hallways that ran from one tower and out into the next. Continents in length. Nations wide. A spider's web of lofty tunnels that rose high up above the ground. Yet most importantly of all... The only structures which still produced a livable environment. And constant gravity.

Even now the ground underneath Carrick's feet began to shift. Speaking loudly to the enlightened mind, that it was best not to linger. Yet still all the frozen statues spoke their silent peace. To the towers, their eyes called.

This world is breaking.

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]Sleeping in the bunk of the Silver Sanctum shuttle Nikias was far from pleased to hear his com link chirping wildly. The first time he simply picked it up and threw it across the private chambers where he rolled back over in his cot trying to bury his head. Nikias had been planning on going back to Voss after a mission for the Silver Sanctum[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and did not feel like dealing with anything else. Finally[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] as the com link stopped chirping Nikias shut his eyes before it started again. "Karking!" Reaching out his hand Nikias summoned the com link from where he had flung it. Flying across the room and landing in his hand he activated the tool. "What?" He scowled into the com his voice as cold as ice. Bringing the full regal tone of a prince to bare Nikias fit his position.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Well sir... It’s about apprentice Carrik." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Apprentice Carrik? Who is this?" Nikias commanded. He'd only known two Carrik's and one was the Master of the Silver Sanctum who had taught Nikias a bit more in the aspects of Telekinesis and taught Nikias how to multitask with it. The second one was his son. Just what could the boy have gotten into? Nikias thought to himself waiting for an answer over the com.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"I am proxy[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] droid of-" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"You don't have to answer the rest; I get the gist of what is happening." Nikias said rubbing at the bridge of his nose. As his mind awoke completely Nikias sighed. "What happened to Zephyr?" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"He took it upon himself to go chasing after a distress beacon."[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Can't you control the ship?"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"I would but he's has quite the temper and won't back down." [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"Stang! Send the coordinates,[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] I'll go get him." Nikias said rolling out of his bunk. I'll never get any sleep. He thought as he dawned a gauntlet on his left arm that contained the emitter to his shield[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] while his lightsaber was clipped to his right belt. Face steeled Nikias contacted the pilot. They surprisingly weren't too far from the location that the droid had pointed out and would reach it only minutes after Zephyr if not at the same time. "Exit hyperspace and enter these coordinates. We're making a slight detour." There was no hesitation from the pilots as they owed Nikias after he had kept them alive during an assault on a phrik carrier that had been attacked by a Sith. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Not too long later the ship exited hyperspace a bit away from Carrik's ship. Com link beginning to chirp again Nikias answered it. "He's gone!" The droid screached melodramatically.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"What do you mean he's gone?" [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"He's taken the escape pod down!"[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]"By the force! I will kill this boy." Nikias scowled. "I'll go get him." Moving to the cockpit Nikias told the pilots that they'd be better off finishing their flight and delivering the message of what was happening to the Voss temple and to Master Carrik. Nikias jettisoned from the ship. Due to the sheer amount of supplies the Silver sanctum had Nikias wore a set of armor that had been provided by the Silver Sanctum. Using the force Nikias held himself in place during the descent down to the planet[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] calm he kept his eyes closed and his breathing even. The only thing that signaled the rough landing was the shriek of stressed metal. Opening his eyes Nikias pushed out with his left hand knocking the door open. "Zephyr!" He bellowed as the large man stepped out the dropship.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]The ground beneath his feet was icy blue and the sky above Nikias seemed like the mother of all storms was brewing. This isn't hora anymore. Nikias thought as he looked across the land to see Zephyr. A frown upon his face Nikias began to approach the boy till the earth beneath his feet began to quake. fissures created in the ground. "Zephyr!" Nikias screamed at the boy in a mix of rage and warning.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Adam Driver"][/SIZE]

 

[SirMayday]

Jan was spinning around in the seat of his Mako Interceptor. His robes and makeshift armor scraped against the floor of the new ship. Some people would have felt pain when they did damage to their ship, not Jan. He only saw the ship as a object, which can be repaired, salvaged, or even replaced if needed. The last job had been a simple escort mission, with no drama. He almost wanted to create problems for the trip, so he then could have something to do. He didn't though, his sense of duty of the mission over empowering his overflowing boredom. As, he saw the interior of his ship for the 20th time, he made a conclusion.

He was bored, and drunk again. He had no more contracts or jobs at the moment, his merc friends haven't called him for any jobs, and he had drunk all the liquor in the ship.

So, when he received the distress beacon, he didn't just go. He practically jumped into the unknown, plotting the coordinates as fast as he can and jumped into hyperspace without a second thought. When he exited hyperspace, he entered a graveyard. Ships of all sizes, were now charred black remains floating through space. Jan sobered up when he saw the remains of a capital ship. Jan gulped, and began to ponder the repercussions of his fool actions. Jan than noticed the planet, a sea of green fire covering and growing over the blue surface.

"The distress beacon is coming from that?" Jan said to himself quietly.Jan immediately thought of turning around and flying away from this............nightmare. He turned the ship around, and was about to go into hyperspace, when some words of his father drifted into his mind.

"A hunter always helps another hunter, whether in ammo, weapons, aid, or simply carrying them across the Dunes back home. We don't leave others to die when we know we could have done something." one of the many sayings his father told him, before he himself disappeared in the
Dunes and never came back.

".............You always have to ruin everything dad, don't you?" Jan sighed to himself as he turned his ship around. He saw the charred remains of ships again and knew he wasn't taking his ship anymore close to the planet, He got out of the pilot's seat and went to his weapons locker. He grabbed his E-11 sniper rifle off the top rack, and a scavenged assault rifle underneath it. He slipped a blaster pistol onto his right side. He then took ammo, his custom grenades, and medical supplies for any survivors. The last thing he took was his helmet, a welded assortment of droid parts, and armor and put it on. He pressed a button underneath his chin, and a orange HUD came on in his visor. Before he left, he put the ship into rest mode, and walked over to the escape pod in the back.

As the escape pod rumbled to the surface, shaking traumatically as it hit the planet's atmosphere. Jan thought This is illogical This is illogical This is illogical. But it was already too late, he had made it a mission to find any survivors and help them as best as he can. As soon as he mind did that, Jan was doomed to go to the planet. He had never abandoned a mission, and wouldn't start now.

As Jan pulled on a handle near the hatch, the hatch jettisoned from the escape pod. Jan stepped as fissures on the ground started forming around him. He immediately analyzed the pockets of droids around him not destroyed from his escape pod. He aimed his rifle, but soon lowered it when he got no reaction from the droids. Must be offline. Jan then heard yelling in the distance, someone calling a name. He immediately took off running across the collapsing world. A hunter always helps another hunter. Jan quickly ran until, two figures in the distance appeared. A man was approaching a slightly smaller figure, as the Blue sky and ground seemed to shake. Jan quickly climbed up a small hill

"Friendly! Friendly! Are you injured?!" Jan shouted as he closed upon them.

[member="Nikias"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

A loud beeping woke Audren up from his sleep. It wasn't the most comfortable bed, but it was his, and he'd become used to it. However, the beeping was an indication that the ship's sensors had detected a distress beacon, something he was watching for. He'd heard rumor that there was a signal in deep space, one that no responders were returning from. To him, the answer was simple: pirates had set up a fake distress beacon and were using it to lure in rescuers. Not the most creative, but it was a proven tactic.

This was something the Wardens of the Void would have responded to. That was, if they still existed. Or had existed in the first place, depending on who you spoke to. An agreement, then dissipation could hardly be called existence despite the computer chip made for them. Yet the absence of an organization didn't mean that the ideals behind it were ended. Others of the group might still be alive, doing their own thing just as he was. It was a big galaxy after all.

The beacon included coordinates. An uncharted system, but it was a simple enough matter to navigate to the edges of the system. The time in hyperspace was used to don a suit of armor and gather his weapons and gear. He was probably facing pirates, after all. He preferred to hit them on the ground or in person; while he could (obviously) fly a ship he was not so great at space combat. Hence dropping from hyperspace at the edge of the system and taking a look at the situation from afar.

Strangely, when he dropped out of hyperspace there were no pirates waiting in orbit. Instead there was a massive structure, towers reaching up from the surface and connecting to one another through enormous conduits. The scale of construction was impressive to say the least. Long-range sensors suggested there might be a few transports in orbit, but the distress call was not coming from them. Nor was it manifesting from the ruins of the capital ship or any of the smaller vessels. It was coming from one of the towers. If he examined it from this angle instead of that one, it almost looked like the vectors of all the ruined ships had been the same...the tower broadcasting the signal.

Well then, best to avoid that.

As his ship closed with the planet, the sensors indicated that the smaller vessel was a shuttle, specifically one broadcasting an SSC identifier. Unlike the other, it was breaking orbit and heading away from the gravity well.

"Sanctum shuttle, this is Knight Sykes on the Hathol. Status report, please."

Coalition frequencies, Coalition encryption. Simple enough equation.

"Knight Sykes, this is Coalition shuttle Starstrider. Padawan Nikias was on board, he has gone to the surface to aid Padawan Carrick and instructed us to continue our flight back to Sanctum space. Carrick went groundside for the distress signal. A third party, unknown, also went groundside."

"Understood Starstrider, safe travels."

Padawans. Had he ever been that foolish? Probably, but he couldn't seem to remember any specific times. Rather than leaving his fighter in orbit, the Sephi flew it down into the atmosphere. Exhaust trails picked up by the ship's sensors allowed the computer to determine roughly where they'd landed, and he overflew the general area on his way to the tower. There were a lot of little items laying around, too small to be structures, but only three life forms. Two Padawans and one unknown...they'd be fine. The Knight kept the heavy fighter as low to the ground as he dared and moving quickly as he approached the tower. The distress beacon was key here, he needed to figure out why it was broadcasting and shut it off to prevent further disappearances.

[member="Adam Driver"] | [member="Zephyr Carrick"] | [member=Nikias] | [member="Jan Valdum"]

 

[Adam Driver]

GM POST

w [member="Audren Sykes"]

The white tower was a wide as a city nearer where it penetrated the frozen crust of the planet. Majestic and detailed, even from extreme distances. However the wild atmosphere and constant flux of the planet's many anomalies made any active scan nearly impossible. It would appear as though a starship's sensors were essentially working at random. Gravity is this, then it's not. Air pressure this is, then it's not. Distance to target is this, until it's not. ...A terrible complicated affair that would drive any wise Astromech droid insane with computations. The skies of this planet were indeed, all a bad dream.

The tower itself held many anti-air laser cannons in reserve. Not as dense as a battlestation's tense groupings but far more than any mere civilian docking station. Their effective range was rather unimpressive too. The Tower's relied more closely on air support from patrolling capital Battleship Groups and Drone Interceptors than it's own guns. Lucky for [member="Audren Sykes"] , he had flown very close to the surface of the planet. Making his tiny vessel nearly invisible to any hiding, or cloaked, enemy vessels. Indeed. He would be able to get very very close the massive tower before it's laser defenses and robot starfighters took any notice of him. Which, by then he would already have discovered no end to the limitless number of landing locations there were to pick from. Strangely enough for a dungeon of doom? There were always plenty of ways in.

Alas. His sensors were still boggled up good and the flux gravity of the planet's unstable fields made this tight excursion (probably) the bumpiest ride of his career.

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GM POST

w [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Nikias"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"]

...Unstable planet was unstable. The Party that had gathered nearer to Carrick was still experiencing what could only be described as the following: Standing atop an active volcano range, in a thunderstorm, on a frozen glacier that was rolling. An experience just shy of embracing a hurricane and mostly only half as glamorous.

What a lovely day!

 

[Vora Kaar]

The ground began to shake and rumble beneath my feet as I could feel within my very soul. This place was only here long enough for us to get here. This place, this planet, was falling apart. Even if we wanted it to or not. I adjusted my rifle when another being fell down. They were far enough away I couldn't tell who they were at first. Seeing that they were actually a rather upset [member="Nikias"]. A semi-student of my father, as well as someone who I really liked ruffling feathers with. Considering this man was rather older than myself, I gave him some respect. He had lived longer than I had. I owed him at least, that much.

His yelling my name as in frustration and some anger. But I knew it wouldn't be there for long. It was when the ground started to break apart from underneath me, that another voice of my name came from him. This one with concern. I looked up and waved to him for a second before pointing to the white tower.

"That's where the signal is coming from! Either you can come with me to check it out, or I am going alone."

It was then that over the top of a berm that another man yelled. Asking if we needed help. Instead of yelling, I shook my head. Motioning for the SIlver Jedi comrade to follow me, I ran about half way between this new person, and the tower. My voice almost electronic sounding through the helmet. Making me sound much more older than my age.

"We are fine. Head towards the white tower in the distance. A signal was coming from there. And please, keep an eye on the droids. I have a bad feeling about them."

As if on cue, the ground beneath us began to move and shift. Blue hot liquid was oozing from under the ground as I started to move faster. We really needed to get out of this situation. Otherwise, I wouldn't figure out anything about this signal, and we wouldn't be able to get home. Let alone help others. I walk partly tempted to leave this new guy behind. I didn't know him. I couldn't trust him. But strength in numbers first. I would pay close attention to him. Any red flags, then I will resort to one thing I knew very well.

Violence.

"Come on! RUN!"

I headed my own words, and booked it towards the white tower.

[member="Adam Driver"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Nikias"],

 

[SirMayday]

Jan moved up to the group while putting his rifle on his back, and was greeted by a shake of the head. He quickly scrambled to the group, but was brushed aside as one of the men ran past him. Jan noticed the armor of the man and thought I would love to salvage that for myself.

"We are fine. Head towards the white tower in the distance. A signal was coming from there. And please, keep an eye on the droids. I have a bad feeling about them."

"Who are you gu...."Jan jerked his head around as the ground started to erupt and, a blue liquid started to steam form beneath them. Warning indicators started to pop up on his HUD. This planet was literally turning itself inside out. He quickly jerked his head back to where the other figure was running off too, he quickly took his E-11 out and ran with his rifle in his arms, the other figure passing him and catching up to the one in the lead. He soon caught up to the running men, but kept distance behind him. Jan had heard the comment of the robots, and was distrustful of them also.

"Understood. I'm on your 6, I'll cover you if those robots turn hostile!" Jan yelled over the rumbling terrain as he jumped over flying rocks, and holes forming in the ground underneath them. Their only hope was the tower, and if any survivors there had found anything to get them off this kraking planet. Jan could only think of one thing as the world seemed to shatter before him, and as he ran toward the tower in the distance, and as the blue liquid fire trailed behind the group.

We can't stop.To stop now, is to die.

[member="Nikias"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]When Zephyr saw Nikias and started speaking about the tower Nikias growled. "I didn't come for that. I came for you!" He yelled at the boy. The beacon wasn't his problem, if someone was trapped here they wouldn't be able to do anything to help them if they couldn't even help themselves. Though What would Xander had said if he knew his son had ended up on such a dangerous world and Nikias had just continued on with his own business leaving the boy there. Especially if Zephyr died[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nikias would never be able to return to the Silver Sanctum. "Stang! If Xander doesn't kill you I will." Nikias growled as the ground beneath him began to shatter and crack fissures forming and the blue white liquid leaking out. The thermal readings on Nikias' suit told him everything he needed to know about it[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] and due to not wanting to suffer an extrodinarily painful death he jumped off the piece of earth he was on separating him from his drop pod. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]Guess I'm stuck here with him now. [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]Nikias thought as he spun to hear someone else yelling at the two of them. With a nod of his head Nikias acknowledge the soldier[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]or mercenary. He didn't truly know which[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] but considering what was going on he didn't care to ask. Entering a dead sprint Nikias caught up to Zephyr his long legs allowing him to catch up to them. Eyes constantly looking back to the droids Nikias was more than a bit confused[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt],[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] if they were there as the planets defense why weren't they attacking[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]and before him the large tower reached high into the sky seeming to pierce it. Was it even possible to build towers that high? Not to mention the incredibly amount of what looked like tunnels branching out from it. It was confusing to even try to count them all if not impossible. "When we get back to your ship I swear I'm going to beat the kark out of you." Nikias managed to spit out during his running as they neared the tower the ground beneath his feet still shaking and breaking away. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt][member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Zephyr Carrick"] [/SIZE][member="Adam Driver"]

 

[Vora Kaar]

My feet carried me across the landscape. Trying to move faster away from the destruction of the planet. Considering we were already a head of it by some form, I had to keep moving. The Mercenary kept running behind us. I could feel the heat from the soles of my boots. I could feel it through my clothing. It was almost getting too hot. The Prince Hellyni caught up to me rather fast. He was easily keeping up with me. However the Merc seemed to have a little bit more trouble. He was carrying more gear than we were, as well, he wasn't influence by the force. As such, I kept looking back at him to make sure that he was going to make it.

As the rocks were tearing apart, I could almost see them cracking beneath me as we ran. Some of the droids leaning over where they stood. only to topple over and fall into the lava. As such, they were almost literally popping and blowing apart. Parts of their bodies flying as debris. Trying to hit us. One blasted me with shrapnel, and I held my arm up for a few small pieces to become jabbed into my left arm. It hurt like chit. I yelled out a little bit, but kept on running.

"Come on Hunter!"

Turning around, I stopped. The ground was breaking a lot more more him. It was tearing apart to the point where there was more lava exposed in front of him than there was near myself and Nikias. As such, I used my strengths within Telekinesis. Trying to hold the rocks together just long enough to prevent the man from getting too much damage done to him.

"Run faster!"

My helmet's HUD showing me the rising temperatures to levels that could be deadly to any human. Rising barely above 110 degrees Fahrenheit. That would mean that the blue slimy lava was well above thousands of degrees. To heat the air around us that much was going to kill us. As the Merc was running closer to me, I then turned around and released the force. Loud cracking was followed as I was barely holding on long enough. However, the resulting spray of lava was too far away to hurt the merc.

As the Merc caught up to me, I then reached for a few of the weapons he was carrying. As I ran, I took one of his blaster pistols and shoved it into my waistband, and hold onto one of his two assault rifles in my own arms. Making it possibly a little bit easier for him to run. Using the force, I increased my own speed to compensate for being a little bit behind now.

"This is now how I imagined my day."

[member="Nikias"], [member="Jan Valdum"], [member="Adam Driver"],

 

[SirMayday]

Jan ran as fast as he can, but it seemed like the other two men were speeding ahead without a sweat. Jan had overcompensated on supplies for this mission, he had expected survivors and enemy combatants. Not the planet exploding underneath him! Jan felt the heat even through his heat resistant armor, that's when he knew if he didn't hurry up he was going to die. As Jan ran, he felt the heat become more intense, and he began to tire slightly. No, no no no I'm not dying like this!! He then felt the ground begin to erupt underneath him. The blue liquid fire started to eat at his boots, but then one of the men in front of him stopped before him and the rocks seemed to flow back into the cracks. What the krak..... Force user!

Jan had no time to process the new variable he discovered. He ran with a burst of speed and ran towards the Force User. The Force User reached for my E-11 sniper rifle, but I quickly gave his my scavenged Mandalorion assault rifle instead. I am not letting him touch my dad's gun, even if he saved my life. He then took my blaster pistol too, and then ran away at a terrifying speed. Jan ran behind him and thought, He thinks he can run fast? Jan took a syringe out of one of his ammo pouches, and injected it into his arm. Eat my dust, Forcie. Jan felt the adrenaline course through his body from the shot and soon he ran at a greater speed, and caught up to the two men, they both gave him glances, but kept running. Everyone just cared about the breaking world around them.

The tower was closer, and some details were coming into focus. Turrets, Cannons, and it seemed to be way taller than he thought. Jan quickly disregarded the idea, he had to focus on running. He soon saw motionless robots starting to twitch and move before the fiery liquid and earth consumed them. Jan then looked towards the tower again and said "I want those guns back when we get to the tower!"

[member="Adam Driver"]
[member="Nikias"]
[member="Zephyr Carrick"]
[member="Audren Sykes"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Things had to be big to be seen from orbit. Even Audren knew that. The knowledge still hadn't quite prepared him for how large the tower actually was. If he were forced to make a guess, he would have said the diameter was the size of a city, and not a small one at that. Had he been able to simply look at it and examine the place without interruption, he might have called it impressive. As it was though, the sensors were going haywire and the fighter seemed to resonate with that mayhem, bouncing up, down, and all around.

He didn't even realize he was being shot at until he caught a burst of light out of the corner of his eye.

By then he was ignoring the sensors entirely. Shields were on - he really wasn't stupid enough to close on the tower without them after what he'd seen - and he was piloting the fighter by instinct. The Force was a useful tool for those who could use it. Abruptly, the throttle was cut down to zero and the ship was swinging around in a controlled flat spin. At one hundred and eighty degrees from his original flight path, his left hand slapped the throttle back up to full. Thanks to repulsors and existing momentum he didn't lose a whole lot of altitude during the end-for-end swap. He lost a whole bunch of momentum once the thrusters re-engaged though. The change was drastic enough to overwhelm the inertial compensator and force him forward against the restraints.

Audren realized what he'd done right around the time that the walls started sliding past the cockpit. He was entering a hole in the tower, maybe - hopefully a hangar, in reverse. At speed. Whatever it was, it was deep enough to fit the thirty-some odd meter fighter without hitting or breaking anything. The Sephi's conscious mind took over and he lowered the thrust as the fighter slid to a stop, hovering on repulsorlifts. The landing gear was extended and the fighter landed, settling softly to the ground.

For a moment, the Knight simply sat there as the engines spooled down. He knew, knew that he'd never have been able to fly like that under conscious control, yet he had to have been exerting some control since he'd gone in backwards. After all, nobody wanted to back out of a narrow parking space when running away. And the Force...well, the Force didn't know how to fly a ship from everything he'd been told. Eventually he just had to give himself a mental shake though and head down the ramp at the back of the ship.

The blaster carbine was the weapon held in hand as his boots hit the ground. It wasn't immediately needed however, there didn't seem to be anyone home. Whoever owned the place needed a better housekeeper, there was debris everywhere. No dust, though there were scorch marks on all five surfaces. Scorch marks, no dust, debris...whoops. That was probably his fault, it was a well-known fact that main thrusters weren't supposed to be used indoors. They made messes. Whatever had been in the room before he'd arrived was likely completely evaporated or contributing to the debris strewn about the place.

 

[Akhilleus]

[SIZE=10pt]Running across the ground that was tearing away beneath his feet Nikias began to rethink his life and decisions he had made. Could've stayed on Hora and enjoyed being a prince... Never gotten mixed up with these mystics and I wouldn't be on a world set on killing me! The Hellyni screamed in his mind as he felt a chill descend down his spine[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]a split second later the ground beneath Nik gave way almost as if trying to drag him in to the lava. Due to the early warning he'd already been in the process of jumping away from the ground falling apart. Landing in a roll that allowed him to immediately rise back up and continue his sprint Nikias found himself wondering more and more how the rest of the Silver Sanctum would react if he killed Zephyr for getting him involved in the situation they were in.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10pt]With the occasional glance to his right and left Nikias noticed that the other two had fallen behind a fair bit. It seemed as though Zephyr was doing his jedi duty and helping out those who needed it. Nikias couldn't say the same as he was more focused on reaching the base of the tower that was quickly approaching. His breathing was beginning to grow heavy even with his efforts to keep it even. Nikias rarely ever wore armor even when in battle and it was now beginning to weigh on him heavily. Off to his sides he soon found Zephyr and the mercenary easily gaining on him. Those gains soon led to them passing Nikias[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt], [/SIZE][SIZE=10pt]while a force user he was completely unable to catch up to them due to never putting stock in using the force to boost his body and putting everything he had into telekinesis. Knew I should've learned how to levitate. Nikias thought to himself as the other two's lead on him began to grow greater as they approached the base of the tower. At the rate Nik was going he'd be a few seconds behind them.[/SIZE]

[member="Zephyr Carrick"] [member="Jan Valdum"] [member="Adam Driver"]

 

[Adam Driver]

Driver looked out at the broken planet from his bunkside window. Leaning his elbow against the glass and frowning at the view. Damn. What a mess. Even from all the way up here in the middle of space? It still looked like a massacre down there.

"Zero. I'm awake. What have you got for me?"

~ "Nothing at the moment sir. The planet sphere is wreathed in an unstable elector-magnectic field. All active scans are coming back inconsistent." ~

Zero was the female voice coming into his room over the com. She was a three-cycling mainframe that ran the ship. An elite light freighter that Driver had converted into a long range recon vessel. Then painted to black for style. His style. Contemplative and moody. Just the way he liked it.

"And the beacon?"

~ "That was the strangest part. The signal is very easy to triangluate. Many of the towers in the vicinty are acting as relay stations for the signal. All sensors are pointing straight for the massive installation in the northern hemisphere. A singular location amongst the world storms." ~

Yeah. That was strange. This whole place should have been giving off interference. How could a single distress beacon even make it through all that gravity flux?

~ "...Sir. If I may?" ~

"Yeah."

~ "We should relay the data we have already collected. While our ship still remains outside of the planet's influence. And that of the local star." ~

"Alright. Let me get dressed and I'll message Denon from the pit."

~ "Very good sir. Holding course as you like it." ~

Driver frowned again and slipped out from underneath his bunk's long blankets. Rolling his shoulders as the work of the day come washing over him. He slept good in space. The lighter gravity made his dreams quiet and the time pass quickly. He didn't mind the long journey's in Hyperspace. It was time to contemplate. Time to read. Time to prepare.

He slipped into his EV underlay and zipped up the pants. Grabbed his twin lightsabers and hooked them to his belt. Then rolled his neck again for good luck. He was supposed to be at the gym right now. Not calling Denon for an update on more Netherworld anomalies. Blast. He could tell already. It was going to be a terrible day.

~ "Welcome to the bridge Captain Driver. Holding orbit at your command." ~

"Thank you Zero. I'll be fine."

He let the bridge door slip close behind him and took slipped down into the command chair. It was a pit built with the stations for five people. Driver was alone. Occupying the center pilot's console and letting the ship otherwise run itself. Which was fine. Zero was a perfectly good auto-pilot and he didn't need the company. A quiet ship for day's on end was a welcome change from the city. And it wasn't like he didn't have anybody to talk to either.

"Alright. Patch me in."

~ "Connecting to Holonet now. Denon online. Switching frequencies and loading ID profiles. Connection established." ~

Driver put on his headset and leaned back in seat. Eyeing the view out the window with a somber nod of his head. Waiting for the familiar voice of Kam Traviss to pick up on the other end. A moment of static and then the voice of another human male began boomed in his ear,

"Driver? Yo buddy. What's up."

"Heya Kam. Nothing much man. ...Look. Zero and I have pulled into those cords that Roberts gave us. Sure enough. Something big man. Big and ugly."

"Oh really? What did you two find out there? More phase activity?"

"Bigger. Looks like a whole system just dropped out of Hyperspace here. I've got new star signatures, new gravity anomalies, and a whole freaking planet covered in Taris-class Terraforming tech. ...It's... As big as it gets mate. All of it."

"Whoa! No kidding. Here let me get Roberts on the line. Hold on... Damn. She must at lunch or something. Time change, ya know."

"Figures. ...Look? What do you want me to do?"

"Do? Nothing man. Don't do anything. Just take as many scans of the new system as you can and throw it back my way. We let Blue do the heavy lifting. Yeah."

"That's nothing either Kam. All the active scans are coming back zero. Full. Not blank. And none of the data matches up either. It's like the Netherworld is actively phasing in and out in this area. My thermal map is full drawn black at this point. Covered. I'm not getting squat from this rig."

"Yo. That's crazy. ...Umm. Let me try Roberts again. You just hold tight man. We'll think of something. Take ten and I'll call you back. Cheers."

"Cheers."

Driver sighed and took of his headset with a frown. Waiting. It was always waiting. Whether it with his Jedi training or working the Hyperlanes across the Rimma Rift. He'd spent half his life just... waiting.

~ "Captain?" ~

"Yeah Zero." Driver said softly as he rubbed his waking eyes, "What's up."

~ "I'm showing activity in sector 0924. On approach to our location." ~

"Oh?..."

Driver looked down at his screen and moved the cam around. Sure enough. Unidentified capital ship. Unknown class. On approach to their tiny little spec of a ship. That couldn't be good.

"Zero..."

~ "Yes Captain?" ~

"Warm it all up. We've got company."

~ " Yes sir. Bringing weapon systems and shields online. Charging the hyperdrive now and moving life support back to auxiliary power." ~

Driver unbuttoned his shirt and slipped back on his pilot's shroud. Frowning again as the VR headset began to light up in all sectors. A full 360 view of the battlespace. Presto.

"Okay Zero. Let's see if we can outrun her. Mark us an exit vector for our jump to Hyperspace."

~ "Working on exit vector now. Enemy vessel incoming. ...Warning. Incoming fire." ~

Driver clenched his jaw against the shaking of his ship. Damn. Here we go again...

...

___

 

[Audren Sykes]

First things first. The Sephi tasked his ship's computer with taking an image of the back wall - burns, debris, and all - and communicating that to the control computer for the camouflage netting he had aboard the Hathol. He didn't need to cover the ship from all angles, but he did want to try and prevent any peeping toms from finding where he was located. While the computers were processing, he went to the single door for the place and popped the control panel off the wall adjacent. Hoping that whoever had built this place followed typically color coding standards, he split two wires. Based on the coloration and pattern on the insulation, one should control the locking mechanism and the other the opening mechanism. Besides splitting it, he left the lock one split. On the opening one however, he added a small cylinder between the two sides and engaged it. The small LED glowed green, indicating a good connection, and the Sephi replaced the control panel.

Reasonably confident now that nobody would walk in on him, Audren went back to the camouflage netting. The computers had taken their image, translated it, and transferred it. Now he took the net and used the Force, his lightsaber, and some of the debris to drape it across the opening to the skies. The ambient temperature instantly rose, the thermal insulation blocking out much of the wind from outside while keeping the heat from the engines in. That would equalize soon enough, the engines themselves weren't running and the net - though secured enough to prevent flapping - was far from airtight.

He went back to the door. Via the Force, he pressed the code to allow the 'open' signal to go through, then triggered the door opening. There wasn't really anything out there, an empty hallway, but his HUD indicated the direction that the distress beacon was originating from. Turning back to the door, the Knight triggered the 'your vehicle is here' function on the HUD as well as made a minor mark to the side of the door itself. Then he headed further in.

Two corridors over and three down, he encountered his first droid. It was smaller than he, with a fanned head and red photoreceptors, and the instant it saw him it attacked with a screech. A single blaster bolt took it down. However, that same blaster bolt - not the mention the screech - echoed through the installation. Almost immediately footsteps could be heard heading in his direction. Nearly a dozen of them showed up at the same time but split between two different corridors. The Sephi fired in controlled bursts, each bolt or two taking down a droid. Their guns shot wildly; he was more worried about a ricochet hitting him than an aimed bolt. Even after the echoes from the gunfight faded away though, there was still a rustling that indicated more of the things were heading his way.

Rather than wait for the oncoming horde, Audren chose to move. He would no doubt run into more of the things on his way to the distress beacon, but he'd run into more anyways and it was better to be moving towards the thing than staying still to be swarmed.

[member="Adam Driver"]

 

[Audren Sykes]

Behind the door of the next stairway, Audren ran into another droid. This one was roughly human-sized and had blue photoreceptors. He brought up his gun, but this droid was faster than the others had been. There was a burble of droid-speak, then the blur of an arm knocked his blaster away while a second brought a rifle of its own up. Audren dove to the side in response, coming up with lightsaber ablaze and blocking blaster bolts. He no longer had his carbine in hand, but the pistol he carried would be able to do the trick.

Except, when he reached down to grab the pistol it wasn't there. It seemed it had fallen out of the holster when he rolled and was now resting on the floor between the two fighters. Without warning however, the blue-eyed droid stopped shooting and simply stood there. Somehow its 'eyes' conveyed smugness to such a degree that the Sephi looked around. Also standing stock-still, yet almost completely surrounding him, stood more of the smaller red-eyes. With another burble from blue-eyes, the reds attacked. Once again Audren's lightsaber swung, slicing limbs and heads and pieces on each swing. This close in, a misstep could prove fatal, but the droids seemed wary of the lightsaber once they saw what it could do. The single moment of hesitation allowed the Sephi to grasp the pistol through the Force and fire once. It seemed that some idiot (him, obviously) had left the gun on stun mode however, and only a silvery beam of light was sent at the droid. Whether it hit or not he didn't know, he just saw that the droid remained standing and was still talking.

The instant the gun fired, the smaller droid's attacked again. Hack, slash, dodge, no time left to think. More than a few claws made it past the whirling blade of light, but the armor he wore prevented the droids from slicing his skin to ribbons. Yet he'd still have bruises, he never walked away without at least a few of those. Eventually all that was left of the red-eyed droids was rubble on the ground. Metal...and some crystals as well. Those he saw out of the corner of his eye as he stalked up to the blue-eyed droid. Curiously, that one didn't move a micron though the talking only increased in speed, volume, and pitch. Fear did that, but droids didn't have fear. Unless they carried artificial intelligence. And still it didn't move.

Walking slowly around it, Audren found a slight burn mark near where the rib cage would be on a human. He could only surmise that the ion beam had glanced off the chassis, but had bled enough power to disable whatever it was that allowed the droid to move. Ignoring the moral ramifications of experimenting on an intelligent being, he could use this. He needed a copilot after all, and one that didn't take up much space or resources would be most appreciated. And those crystals and metals might help too. But he could collect them on his way back.

That was, until a roiling happened through the Force. Something infinitely dangerous was ahead, aware of him, and waiting for him. Who knew what it was, but the elfin Knight wasn't stupid enough to go charging in to figure it out either. No, this was a trap, one that was prepared for someone like him. He wouldn't spring it. Instead he grabbed his guns, stuffed the small pack he carried with all the parts he could fit in it, and used telekinesis to drag the humanoid droid back towards his ship. That part was a workout, he'd not carried something that heavy that far before. Yet he managed, even with the incessant noise made by the thing. He left the Annonîn device to guard his back as he pulled down the camouflage netting, then boarded the fighter. A quick, abbreviated preflight, then a full-burn launch. He didn't care if he melted holes in the walls behind him, he wanted to get away fast. Yet another wild ride through the atmosphere as he put distance between himself and the tower - this one noisier thanks to the unsecured droid - and then a push out of the atmosphere and a leap into hyperspace. Begone with this place, he'd put an alert in on the hyperlane charts to avoid at all costs. Everyone else seemed to have gotten away somehow anyways.


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