Faction Objective 2 — Locate and Recover Navigation Data

[Laphisto]

As the shuttle drifts closer to the ancient warship, the comm crackles to life. The mission commander’s voice breaks through the hum of the engines, calm but carrying a sense of urgency. The team gathers around the tactical holo-projector, watching the flickering image of the Tracyn—a massive, weathered warship, scarred by time, floating silently in the void. The ship's key sections glow red on the hologram, highlighting crucial areas deep within the hull.

"Alright, team, let’s make this clear: you’ve been handpicked for this mission by High Commander Laphisto himself. This isn’t just any mission. You were chosen because the High Commander trusts you to get this done. The ship you’re heading toward—the Tracyn—was sent on a mission centuries ago, fully crewed by droids. Its task was personal: to search for the High Commander’s homeworld, lost to the galaxy for millennia. the data stored in teh ships data core and navigational systems could be insermountable to providing the Order not just with new hyperlane routes but it could bring about some valuable discoveries."

The holo-projector zooms in on a specific section of the ship—deep inside the hull. You can see corridors branching off, narrow and twisting, leading to a heavily reinforced area marked in red: the data core. the map also showes a rout startign from one of teh ventral airlocks that leades through the main hanger bay of the ship before heading deeper towards the central computer under the ships main command structure and near the engine room.

"Your objective is the data core. That’s where the ship’s navigational logs are stored. These logs contain the coordinates and star maps that could help us locate Laphisto’s homeworld—and maybe even uncover discoveries made during the ship’s centuries of drifting through the Unknown Regions. This information is priceless, and it needs to be recovered intact.

Phase One: You’ll need to get to the data core. The droid crew left on this ship will still be following its original mission protocols, and they won’t recognize you as friendlies. Expect combat droids, automated defenses, and security systems. They’ll see you as intruders. You’ll have to cut your way through and secure access to the data core.

Phase Two: Once you’ve reached the core, your tech team will need to slice into the system and recover the navigation data. The ship has been adrift for centuries, so the data may be corrupted or heavily encrypted. Your job is to stabilize the systems, recover the coordinates to Laphisto’s homeworld, and any additional star routes or discoveries made by the ship. We can’t afford to lose this data—it could change everything for the Order.

Phase Three: After you’ve secured the data, prepare for a fight. The Dusate Pirates are closing in, and they won’t hesitate to steal the data for their own gain. They know how valuable it is, and they’ll try to board the ship and take it by force. You’ll need to hold your position and defend the data core against any boarding parties. We can’t let them get their hands on what you recover."

the holographic display of the Advisor stands stationary for a moment, giving a small nod and continueing

"The High Commander handpicked this team because he trusts you to recover this vital piece of his past. He’s been searching for his homeworld for millennia, and this ship might be the only remaining link to it. This is more than just a mission—it’s about reclaiming a lost part of his history. And he’s counting on you to bring that back. Take a look at the ship. The Tracyn may be old, but it’s still dangerous. There are decompressed sections, failing power systems, and unstable areas within the ship. Move carefully. Keep your gear ready for any low-gravity zones or damaged sections of the hull. This ship’s defenses may be worn, but they won’t go down without a fight."

The holo-map zooms out, showing the incoming Dusate Pirate ships approaching the warship. The boarding points light up on the display, marking potential areas where the pirates might try to breach.

"You’re on a tight schedule. The Dusate Pirates are getting closer by the minute, and they’ll want to steal this ship or its data for their own ends. They’ll hit hard and fast with boarding parties, so you need to be prepared to hold them off while the tech team works. If the situation becomes too much and the pirates are overwhelming your position, your last resort is to wipe the data before they can steal it. But that’s not the goal here. We need that data intact and back in our hands."

The shuttle rocks and jolts lightly as turbo laser fire from the Dusate begins to fire upon the shuttles on their approach vector

"You’re almost at the ship now. Recover the data, hold the core, and don’t let the Dusate take what belongs to us. For the High Commander, for the Lilaste Order, bring this home. "

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn readied himself before the hatch of the transport. Behind him were twelve of the most experienced Lilaste Army troops, as well as three of their top technicians. The Chiss took a deep breath from his oxygen mask, then exhaled it, making sure the scrubber system was working properly; couldn't have it failing him in an airless section of the damaged ship. A jolt shook through the craft, and he could feel the tension in the air rising.

He patted his left side, where his lightsaber hung on his belt beneath his cloak. On the outside was the sheath that contained his katana, the Harbinger of Balance . A voice came over the intercom. "Docked. Press the release at will."

The Gray Jedi allowed his troops a deep breath before slapping the button. The hatch unfolded before them, revealing an empty bay. The lights were dim. Bright enough for his eyes, but maybe not so for his troops. Simultaneously, twelve beams of light lanced out from behind them as the soldiers turned on the flashlight attachment on their blasters. The lights swept all around the bay, from the floor to the walls to the high ceiling.

Up ahead was a corridor with flickering lights, headed towards darkness. Looks like we'll have to take the creepy route.

Laphisto

 

[Laphisto]

GM POST

When the door creaked open for Zinayn , a gust of cold, frigid air spilled out from the darkened hangar. The moment the team stepped inside, the absence of atmosphere became apparent; the ship's hull must have been breached long ago, and the air had long since escaped into the void. The artificial gravity was still in place, however, keeping the soldiers' feet rooted to the ground as they made their way through the cavernous, silent expanse.

The hangar felt like a forgotten tomb, vast and hollow, its stillness broken only by the occasional hiss of static from the team's comms. Dim emergency lights cast faint, reddish glows along the walls, barely reaching the crumbling machinery and rusting cradles that once held what looked to be fighters of some kind. some empty and others holding Davaab STarfighters. Every step echoed through the empty chamber, the sound swallowed up by the oppressive cold and the void beyond. Above, a large, jagged hole gaped in the ceiling, framed by smaller breaches—likely the source of the hangar's lost atmosphere. Occasionally, a few scattered sparks rained down, briefly illuminating the skeletal remains of the space.

As the team pressed forward along the pre-planned route, the ship's structure seemed to groan and whisper around them, each vibration traveling through the metal like a distant, muffled scream. The deeper they went, the more the ship's chill settled in, the silence gnawing at their nerves. There was a weight to it, a sense that something unseen was waiting, lurking just beyond the reach of their lights.

Then, unexpectedly, a muffled grunt shattered the quiet, followed by a sudden, choked-off scream. The blaster of one of the soldiers clattered to the deck, falling from above. The team spun around, weapons raised, and their lights swept across the ceiling.

There, high up in the darkness, dozens of red photoreceptors blinked to life—cold, glowing eyes cutting through the shadow. The hulking forms of Basilisk war droids clung to the metal framework like monstrous insects, their darkened armor blending seamlessly into the surrounding gloom. For a breathless moment, they remained still, as if waiting. Then, with a shriek of grinding metal, the war droids detached from the ceiling and dropped, their massive claws extended and their weapons charging.

The hangar erupted in chaos. Blaster bolts ripped through the darkness, red and green streaks of energy lighting up the chamber like bursts of lightning. The war droids' voices issued a mechanical cacophony of terrifying screeches and guttural growls as they charged forward, some closing the distance to swing their massive claws while others opened fire with mounted blasters. The metallic clangs of their feet hitting the deck reverberated through the chamber, mixing with the echo of the gunfire.

The Basilisks swarmed with unnerving speed, their glowing eyes fixed on the team as they advanced. Their blaster fire tore through the air, each shot accompanied by a burst of static from the ship's failing systems. The darkness seemed to close in around the soldiers, broken only by the flashes of light from the firefight and the sparks raining from the ceiling. It was as if the hangar had come alive, a nightmarish machine awakened by their presence, and now it was trying to consume them.

 

[Zinayn]

Zinayn didn't usually let his guard down, and walking in this eerily dark hallway was no exception. At all. Both hands were on his left side, ready to draw his katana at any moment. Lights converged on the darkness ahead, but never made any headway. It was like the blackness was tangible, like he could reach out and feel it... before something would snatch him away. If there were people defending the ship instead of droids, it would be a different story. He could sense the people. But not droids. One could sneak up on them and take out his entire squad before he-

A muffled cry came from the ranks of troops behind him. Zinayn whirled around, katana already drawn and silently humming with the Force. Red lights were staring at him from above. They detached from the ceiling, coming to the ground with a resounding crash! The buglike machines charged the Lilaste ranks.

"Open fire!" Zinayn commanded, extending a hand towards the defenders. He unleashed a powerful Force push towards the scurrying red photoreceptors. In the darkness, he could see better than others as a Chiss, and watched the machines stumble back from the energy slamming into them. However, that only seemed to renew their determination, if droids were capable of such things.

The sounds of metal-on-metal continued after a brief pause as the enemies continued their charge. Teeth clenched, Zinayn stepped in front of the firing line (which formed a gap to accompany him without blasting him in the back) and raised his sword.

When the lead war droid was ten meters from him, he raised the Harbinger over his head. When it had closed nine more meters, he released his attack. The blade slashed through the first layer of armor quickly, then slowed down abruptly when it reached the second layer. More!

Zinayn poured more Force energy into his blade, strengthening its cutting power, and it cleaved straight through the rest of the droid, leaving it sparking and bisected on the floor. He had no time to rest, however, as the swarm continued on. Three more machines pounced towards him. Maintaining the power in his blade, the Chiss rotated in a circle to build more speed before guiding the Harbinger through the undersides of all three of his assailants. The hunks of machinery fell to the deck, leaving a panting Zinayn in their wake.

Laphisto

 

[Tru Accardi]

Unlike the other "Techs" In the group Tru was quite inexperienced but the only way to get experience was to jump right in. She really hadn't thought much about it when signing on for this mission, it was derelict ship what was the worst that could happen. That and despite her inexperience in a lot of things she had worked aboard carbonite factories on Empress Tetan. That meant in terms of low or no gravity or hull breaches she didn't need her hand held she knew the equipment and protocols for such a situation it was always possible hazard in her previous job.

So, when the doors opened, and the technicians proceeded behind the trained soldiers of the Order her seals were already tight and triple checked. Her oxygen levels and meter gauges also triple checked and made sure they were functioning properly. She even rechecked her gear, data recovery wasn't what she was specializing in exactly, but she was learning surveillance and surveillance systems which had some of the same crossover in training.

Since her detail fell under security, she had been issued a side arm for this mission. Not to adept with a weapon, she had only fired a blaster a few times outside of training, and that was to fend off some zombies in the days she was trying to be a detective aboard a luxury liner. Hell, that was almost a year ago now that, that had happened. To think it really hadn't been too long since she was just a factory worker with idealistic dream, now here she was signed into an army.

What the hell was she doing, she had to think to herself as she stepped into he derelict ship behind the soldiers with the other technicians. There was some sort of jedi leading them down the corridors when fire started to open up on the soldiers. Her and the other technicians quickly went for the nearest cover they could find. Blaster fire erupted all around them. Tru looked down at her side arm but didn't remove it from its holster. She looked towards the other technicians who all seemed calm given the situation.

How were they so calm she was sweat balls, she wanted to peek over the cover to see what was going on, but she knew she shouldn't. She heard the order soldiers get commanded to open fire by the Jedi. The sound of metal clanging against more metal could be heard as the jedi went after the machines. The sound of weapons firing and screams of commands was almost deafening you couldn't even hear yourself think. Really, what the hell was she doing here, she thought this would be simple and already less than ten minutes in they were under fire.

She started breathing heavier, taking more hits of oxygen off her tanks as she started to hallucinate. The sounds of soldiers marching and opening fire screams of women and children echoing in her head. It wasn't what was really happening but a memory of the Maw coming to her home world and slaughtering anyone that stood in their way. Watching them burn the city and all the blood and bodies that piled up. "No stop…." She said to herself as she tried to shake the memory from her head.


Laphisto | Zinayn

 

[Laphisto]

[door way goes to mark 2]
The hangar was a battlefield of clashing metal and flashing blaster fire, as the Basilisk war droids tore through the Lilaste ranks with unrelenting force. The war droids moved in coordinated packs, attacking with claws and blasters, their photoreceptors glowing a deep, menacing red. Every soldier in their path was quickly overwhelmed, their armor no match for the droids' sharpened limbs and precise attacks.

Amid the chaos, two Basilisks broke off from the main pack, turning their attention toward the technicians seeking cover behind debris. One of the war droids lunged forward, its claws slashing through the chest plate of a nearby tech, while another pounced on a different technician, its weight crushing down before the droid's claws ripped through his armor.

The scattered techs had barely any room to maneuver, some attempting to fire back with sidearms in desperation as the droids advanced. Tru Accardi would notice the brutal efficiency of these machines up close, their heavy, clawed limbs snapping and twisting through armor as if it were paper. As the Basilisks prowled closer, the surrounding technicians scrambled to find more cover, a few of them already cut down.

In the dim light of the hangar, Zinayn sharp vision would catch sight of a much larger Basilisk war droid standing at the rear of the chaos, a hulking mass of metal and scars. Its armor was marked with the crest of Laphisto's family, a clear indicator of its importance. Unlike the others, this alpha droid stood back, almost observing, while its smaller counterparts tore through the ranks like a pack of wild animals, hunting with a precision beyond standard programming.

Under the alpha's watch, the smaller Basilisks advanced with renewed vigor, their hunting instincts driving them forward. As more troopers and techs fell, the scene was one of relentless carnage, the red glow of the droids' photoreceptors piercing through the smoke and darkness as they closed in on the remaining intruders.

In the middle of this nightmarish scene, a doorway at the far end of the hangar caught the eyes of the survivors. Partially illuminated by the flashing emergency lights, it looked small enough for the Lilaste troops and technicians to fit through but narrow enough to prevent the bulky Basilisks from following. The doorway stood open, leading into a corridor beyond, untouched by the destruction raging in the hangar. It was their best—and possibly only—chance for escape.

Reaching it, however, would be no simple task. The droids pressed in closer, hunting down the scattered intruders with brutal efficiency. But the open doorway glimmered as a faint hope against the backdrop of the battlefield, a slim chance to evade the onslaught and slip beyond the reach of the relentless Basilisk pack.