Perilous Escape

[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Stygeon Prime, Nuiri Sector, Stygeon Systems, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member=DT-2417]​

The wind was howling: with it came snow and a biting cold, attacking the senses. In some far-flung way, as Luyioth forced her way through the thickening snow as fast as her feet would carry her, she was thankful: while the cold made a point of numbing her fingers and toes and making her limbs more stiff to move, her tracks slowly vanished behind her and the snowstorm made her harder to see. If her pursuers weren't as hot on her tail as she feared, she had fair odds at making her escape. As she pressed on, her mind wandered to the drive on her belt: when she made her pilgrimage to Stygeon Prime, she hadn't expected to find a decrepit sensor station still functioning, let alone maintaining a log of hyperdrive signatures: including a small series of recent Imperial signatures. While her studies in the force were cut short, perhaps this was the way it was meant to be: the force does guide, after all.

Regardless, Luyioth wasn't the only one to find the sensor station. Whether they already knew it was there or her using it tipped them off, the Imperials were after the data, and they knew that she was carrying it. She'd briefly skirmished with them earlier: soldiers clad in black with green eyes, ruthless and agile. Her advantage would be the force: after her years of studies and learning, she knew this would be one of her most daunting trials yet. This is information the Silver Jedi Order, beset on both sides, needs. She couldn't let it fall back into enemy hands.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Stygeon Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post One
Objective: Capture HVT.

Another day, another target.

Pestilence had been called to briefing in a reasonable hurry; time was of the essence with the information that was relayed to DT-2417 and his platoon. Critical data on fleet movements was held within a sensor station long abandoned by their former garrison for one reason or another, yet somehow the data hadn't been wiped and, according to the logs, someone was snooping around within the facility. A covert mission was assigned to Pestilence with one very specific objective; silence whomever was foolish enough to go looking where they shouldn't. Naturally, Pestilence was ready immediately, boarding their Lambda-Class Shuttle and travelling to the planet of Stygeon Prime. They arrived in the system and descended to the planet, landing someways near the sensor station, the troopers fanning out and taking positions as their Captain assessed the surroundings.

The tracks were feint, but there nonetheless, Pestilence had their mark.

DT-2417 waved his troops to rally, letting out a garbled transmission from his helmet and several replies came from his subordinates. Pestilence began their hunt, following the tracks to see just who had possibly taken the data from the station. The clock kept ticking, the hounds on the heels of the fox. Like a silent hunter, the Death Troopers stood out like a sore thumb in the contrast of the white wonderland around them... Perhaps this was an advantage to them, however.

After all, their presence was a sign of impending doom, the final dosage of terror for those that dared defy the Empire. Whoever was responsible would learn of their mistake.

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[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Stygeon Prime, Nuiri Sector, Stygeon Systems, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member=DT-2417]​

As Luyioth pressed on, the snowstorm got thicker. She cast a look over her shoulder to find that she couldn't make out far enough to be reassured, let alone enough to navigate her way to her starship. She hoped that the snowstorm was thick enough to conceal heat: she took her dataslate with gloved hands, slowing her pace while she tried to pinpoint her location and the path to her starship. She had a vague idea, but she wasn't certain. As she looked over the map, she pulled the hood of her overrobes over her head, finding her warmth fleeting.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Stygeon Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Two
Objective: Capture HVT.

The hunt continued and the blizzard started to intensify. To many, this would cause a slow movement and lowered visibility, however Pestilence was prepared and equipped. Still on the pursuit, a garbled transmission came from DT-2417 as the platoon swapped to thermal imaging, allowing them to maintain visibility. The snow was nothing more that a mild pest, one that the Death Troopers paid no mind to as they'd continue their sweep for the intruder. Soon enough, they found exactly what they were looking for.

A lone figure out in the frozen wastes, walking around and looking at her map. Anyone else would have almost felt sorry for the soul that was lost beyond all belief in the blizzard yet Pestilence felt nothing of the sort. With a sweep of his hand, the Captain's men began to take position and surround the figure, weapons raised and ready. No doubt their target had noticed this.

The next move was hers.

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[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Stygeon Prime, Nuiri Sector, Stygeon Systems, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member=DT-2417]​

If she followed the right mountain about, then crossed through the saddle, followed to the right, then followed the first re-entrant down, she'd find her ship. She had her-

She felt a twitch in her mind's eye, prompting her to swing her head up and look about. It was only moments later that several dark silhouettes, standing out against the snowstorm, began to take up posts around her. They were much faster than her: they were well equipped and trained for mountaineering, as it appeared. Quietly, Luyioth returned her dataslate to her pack and took her lightsaber in hand. Turning about in her spot, she looked over the several figures through the small clouds of her breath, watching them form a circle around her. She lifted her saber up, taking it with both hands.

Her lightsaber came to life. It pierced the air as the beam came to being, a pillar of blue betwixt the white. She tightened her stance, bringing it to the close and controlled form that is Soresu, with the telltale thrum of a lightsaber. Then, as the troopers turned their attention towards her, she abruptly threw her left hand to the ground to exert a push of the force, throwing the snow up and about her. With this, she hoped to secure some initiative: enough to make some form of escape now that she knew her way.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Stygeon Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Three
Objective: Capture HVT.

So the now confirmed Jedi tried to hide behind the snow, creative... Though it wouldn't save her.

Having been ready, the squad of Death Troopers opened up on the sudden curtain of snow. Bright red bolts flew into the soft wall of snow; it was as if it were an execution but... A slight deviation had been made by DT-2417, this was no longer just some lowly scum that had stumble upon something they shouldn't have, rather it being a HVT, a Jedi, that had been trespassing where she shouldn't have. As such, the bolts that were fired were not lethal, having quickly swapped to stun rounds. With their estimations, the flurry of fire from the surrounding troopers would have no difficulty in hitting the Jedi that hid behind the wall of snow, the intention to incapacitate her for retrieval.

This was unexpected. Command would want to hear about this.

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[Luyioth Dakwin]

Luyioth Dakwin

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Stygeon Prime, Nuiri Sector, Stygeon Systems, the Outer Rim Territories.
Interacting with: [member=DT-2417]​

After Luyioth sent the cascade of snow outwards, she abruptly twisted and brought her saber into grip, bringing herself to bear - to only be unceremoniously cut down, the bolts piercing through the snow and striking her in a horrendous sequence. Her last memory was that of bearing down on one of the troopers, her partially trained premonitions screaming about incoming dangers. She fell into the snow, her lightsaber squealing against the snow before retracting back into the hilt; yet, she wasn't dead. There she was, at the mercy of the Imperial soldiers. She had failed.

 

[Vestille Thumahra]

Stygeon Prime
851 ABY
DT-2417
Call-sign Pestilence Actual
Post Four
Objective: Capture HVT.

And that was that, target incapacitated.

As the cease fire order was given, the sounds of blaster fire and the slump of a body into the snow were soon faded out by the sounds of the blizzard. Garbled transmissions began to bounce between the troopers as one of the medics goes to check the Jedi's condition, as well as make sure that she wasn't about to die to the cold. A strange act of mercy, but for a good reason. The Galactic Empire would gain two victories; the data being returned to safe hands and a Jedi being brought as a captive. What they would do with her, the Captain didn't know nor did he speculate. After calling it in with Command, and receiving his instructions. The Jedi was restrained and carried by the medics. Several minutes later, they arrived back to their shuttle, boarding and without delay flying up into the orbit of the icy wastelands of Stygeon Prime, back to Imperial space to deliver the mission critical items back to their superiors.

Pestilence had performed exceptionally yet again.

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