Outlaw Country [The Dead Road]

[Darth Abyss]

Space near Makeb

Makeb was a world known for its precious resource Isotope-5 which had often made it a target for pirates and raiders, much alike the swarm of low lives, scum and scoundrels that brought their wild collection of ships into space one microjump away from it right now. They were what was left of Darth Abyss personal army and fleet, formerly the forces of the Free Cities of Malachor. Now they were a group of homeless vagabonds, as the new city on Katarr wasn't able to hold them all. Yet despite how it looked from the outside, Abyss had no brought them here to raid the world close by, but a target less known to the general public.

GravInc Station was a small scientific research outpost right on the edge of the known galaxy, were a private company conducted research on the various applications of gravity manipulation. That by itself didn't made the station relevant to a group of criminals, as there were neither credits nor other riches to be found there. No the only reason why this station held any important at all was a small piece of Intel that had traveled through numerous shady bars around the galaxy.

GravInc had just brought to ships for tests they were conducting, both armed with technology to create graviton wells that could pull ships out of hyperspace. The perfect start for a new fleet meant to oversee and "protect" a hyperlane. Hopefully word had reached beyond Abyss ears, as the sith lord waited on his small stealth vessel for others to join him in this fight.

The real problem wasn't to overpower the defenses in space, as the station was only sparsely armed. The real problem was to get the ships without damaging them to much. Their tech was fragile and the years had not been kind to the Immobilizer 418 cruiser of the old empire, and even less to the Hapan battle dragon. If they wanted the ships to stay functional they had to take them over from the inside, instead of raining fire on them until they surrendered.

[member="Lark"] (Also tagging [member="Serenity Loveheart"] and [member="Thraxis"] in case you want in.)

 

[Lark]

Lark soundlessly glided through the empty expanse of nothingness that was space, drifting close to the vessel of [member="Darth Abyss"]. He wasn't the best pilot, it was fortunate that instead of engaging their prey in an open firefight, Abyss instead opted for a stealthier approach. Infiltration was an art that Lark was more proficient in.

The ships in question were old but well-armored, with their current resources a direct confrontation was akin to suicide. Getting inside the vessels would undoubtedly be the best option. Lark was unsure what route to take once inside, best to follow Abyss unless instructed otherwise. The technology that would be taken was unquestionably worth the tremendous risks, but he was confident in his chances.

Finally, Lark maneuvered his ship next to that of Darth Abyss. He boarded the ship, and found the man waiting inside. "So, what's the plan?"

 

[RC 212]

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Lark"]

At his bidding Kade had already snuck aboard the Station. Right now he was hidden and concealed in the engine room, biding his time until it was his part to play. From beneath his cloak he had two Lightsabers, one red, and one green. They were newly constructed, and of a shoddy quality. He much preferred to make them from scratch, but time had been a crunch and he had had to refurbish some old ones.

Much of the hallways were silent, save the occasional dock workers, or random lowlife scuttling about. The station itself though a research area was still plagued with the the vermin. He sat silent, flipping a coin over and over. Heads to have mercy, tails to kill without quarter.

Both sides of the Force were roiling inside him. A great dragon lived within his soul, caged but only just. When it came time, they would see whether the dragon was let alone, or whether Kade broke, reverting back to his old ways. The ghosts of the past still haunted the Exiled man. He could still feel them stripping his power away.

He'd been a Master Jedi once. Before the severing.

That had hurt the most.

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Ding! Ding!​

Scanners?

"We got a stowaway sir! Over here!"

The coin fell as light flashed into his eyes, blinding him.

It dinged against the floor, and the Rogue Craftsman roared.

"What do we do?"

"Kill him, flush em out the airlock. Must be a spy. Boss sai-"

But it was too late. Like an animal wounded Kade rose, and flung back the cloak around his waist. Both Sabers flew from his belt to his palms with a meaty smack. Black gloved hands wrapped the cylinders. They flared to life with a Snap-Hisssssss.

Then he charged, swinging from up high to lop off an arm each. One tried to run, and caught a thrust in his back, which retracted and whirled into an overhand slash that took his head clean from his body.

"Sound the alarm! In-"

The other fool tried to run as well, missing an arm and screaming. Kade crossed the deck with unnatural speed, teeth bared. Both sabers slashed towards each other, butchering the flesh and bone. He fell into three separate pieces to the deck.

He only stood there, then glanced back at the coin, silver green eyes locking upon it.

Tails....