Private Saving Kel Dor Sages

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

Isabsel seemingly stood guard, as she continued to breath through her mask. Dorin wasn't a planet that she expected for her and her kin to come to. But an opportunity has presented itself however. The Jedi of the Galactic Alliance are busy being preoccupied with the wars on multiple fronts. As far as Isbasel knows, there were no Jedi being currently stationed to help maintain the peace on a planet level. Perhaps what even security forces the Alliance has may not even take notice to their current incursion. Using old Imperial Prison Transports and masking them as retrofitted cargo vessels, it was enough to through off most of the curious onlookers. As long as one did not delve too deeply into their lies. But touching down on Dorin, was smooth as it could be. They had touched down near a village of Kel Dor, one that still practiced the ancient teachings of the Baran Do. Like all other force users, they must either be killed or imprisoned. To rid the galaxy of the cancer that is Force Users. Isabsel and her sisters moved swiftly through the village, arresting the Sages, with minimal effort.

She would look through the village once more, at the terrified locals. A couple of dead ones. The ones who resisted, who fought back. She gave them an emotionless look before continuing to scan the village for any more signs of trouble. The sages themselves, were currently being loaded up into the transport by her kin, each one of them shackled by stun cuffs. Isabsel did wonder would this attract the attention of the Jedi. Normally they wouldn't conduct a raid like this so openly on Alliance territory. But Kel Dor has historically been a source of recruits for the Jedi Order. Either way, they were going to have to deal with this planet. Better sooner than later.

 

[Anen]

Isabsel
This trip was truly more of a test of Anen's shifting abilities than just to visit the home of the Baran Do Sages. While he respected their culture and potential, their actual skills didn't provide a lot for him to go off of. He was able to replicate a lot of their non combat abilities very his shapeshifting, and their combat capabilities were too offensive for him to be willing to learn. They did have some alternative skills however that he considered asking about.

However first, he was experiencing Kel Dor's air and environment. He'd taken on a dominantly Kel Dor species form, testing the limits of his shifting. Muscles, skin, hair, even extra openings for lungs were all extremely easy changes. However to change your entire respiratory system to work for a different air type, or liquid, was a very different matter. He'd had more experience working with standard water, but non-standard atmospheric conditions were still new to him. It felt thoroughly odd.

It was this, that the padawan was experiencing when he felt something. Sense of urgency, surprise, and worry, rippled into the force. He looked around, then, he heard from the nearby town the chaos that erupted as Isabsel began her kidnapping spree. A spout of anger tried to rise in him as he closed in, crouching and using buildings for cover, but he tried to shove it back down. He'd have to find a way around this. He wasn't sure he could intervene yet, he was good at fighting, but they were already expecting a fight. He could see, some had already been killed. This feeling was farther alerted when he was startled to realize he couldn't feel them. At all! Not just like they were hiding their presence, there was no thoughts he could sense, no feelings, nothing. Where they were felt empty of anything. More akin to the void of space. He'd heard about such things, it sounded awful. As a Vran, who were naturally born with organs that relied on the force and which were thought to be their souls by many of their kind, the idea of being totally empty of such a thing seemed utterly unpleasant. Like a hollow statue.

But there was no time for that now. He grimaced at the route he'd have to take. But it had to be done. He waited at his spot watching, then moved to where he saw one was heading, out of sight. Sneaking up behind as he grew a third and fourth arm underneath his robes, and tackled her, holding her throat with extended fingers with one hand, and using two to grab each hand, and the rest to stop them from crashing noisily to the ground. "Sorry...you won't die though." he promised as he nearly lost his grasp on her. So, they were almost fluid in their movements too. He was lucky he didn't start this in the open. As she fell limp, he hung on a few seconds more before finally releasing. He wasn't fond of the next route, but he believed the best way he had to help. Was get on board one of the vessels.

She'd be fine. He replaced her mask with his. Because he'd be needing it, and all the overgarments, anything that seemed important. Anything that could identify him, as not her. As he shifted rapidly into her form. Tossing his cloak over her as he tried to mimic her movements. He hadn't studied her biology yet, so he opted for a mostly human structure and systems. Amended with his usual changes, diverted sack underneath the throat so he could 'consume' food while sending it to a pouch where it can be hidden, wookie-muscle and bone structure, though the reduced size would limit the max potential of that, and enhancing his senses while protecting them from damage. It wasn't ideal, he preferred a bigger body. But it would have to do.

With that, he hid his lightsaber beneath the clothes. Accepting that he couldn't bring absolutely everything with him. And journeyed towards the transports for the final boarding. They had two, that was a problem. He'd have to figure out how to fix that before they left...if he could. If he had time. If he couldn't, then he'd have to wait until he had an idea of where they were headed. Maybe instead of helping right now, he could help right when they landed. Spend the time in route trying to free the prisoners themselves.

Anen sure hoped he hadn't gotten in over his head. And that someone had already called for help. If not, it was too late for him to.

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Kel Dor primary systems and body structure.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.
Kel Dor face mask as well as a standard face mask for humans.
centennial-osprey-class-jedi-transport

 

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

Isabsel looked at the last of the Baran Do Sages being ushered on board the prison transport ship before scanning the village for a final time. She narrowed her eyes for a moment seeing supposedly one of her kin coming back from her patrol. Her movements seemed rigid instead of graceful. Was she attacked? Normally an Einzviel's movements would be near perfection when it came to moving fluidly. It was something that the other sentient species didn't like about their race. Their movements were too perfect. Isabsel seemingly walked over to Anen, as he was disguised as one of her kin, to inform them of the current situation.

"Sister, your movements are rigid. You are not a droid, see to it that it's fixed. Otherwise our superior is going to send you back for retraining." Isbasel's voice wasn't monotoned as one might expect, but it still lacked something. Empathy? Happiness? It wasn't if another sentient being was speaking to another. It may have given Anen some chills down his spine if he wasn't used to such things. Isbasel turned around as she kept speaking. "We are leaving now. We already recieved word that other raiding parties across Dorin have secured their Baran Do Sages as well. Now come along, Sister, before someone reports these activities to the Alliance."

Isbasel, seemingly moved swiftly back to the prison transport, the others also moving as well. All in a uniformed, disciplined manner with their vibro weapons or blasters held firmly in their hands. The prison transport itself was beginning to roar to life as the engines powered on.

 

[Anen]

He felt his heart work hard to calm down as he started to be approached and worried they had some kind of in-built telepathy. Naturally plenty such species existed, but thank the force this was apparently not one of them. He was warned of his movements and cursed himself for that, he'd have to slowly adjust to a more graceful and perfectious motion. What he was given, thankfully, was the voice. His species had a very easy time mimicking sounds and accents due to the structure of their language, and so he listened carefully. "Yes, sister." he answered in kind. He hoped the closeness of the mimicry wasn't too much. He'd instinctively tried to replicate it as close as possible after his failure of motion. Her peculiar lack of something was odd, he wasn't sure yet what. He was pretty sure he'd matched the loss. But he was also thoroughly distracted by the utter lack of the force, which was even more disconcerting than all their other aspects. Both his homeworlds culture and that of the jedi were at odds with such. At least at home, there were the Grai Vo. But they were not truly devoid of the force. They were just...hungry for it. Not of their own will.

Anen followed her, another self curse. So, this was not even the only raiding party. This was bad, really bad. At the very least though, he believed he made the right choice. Even were he some master of the force, enough to take out this whole party, it still wouldn't have been enough. He hoped that maybe some properly equipped sages were helping somewhere, he could only imagine what would happen if one ship tried to enter an actual base of the Sages, and then got struck down by the orders force lightning. Or a wind that was too much for it.

Distractions. He had to focus. He'd even come up with an excuse about why he was moving odd, a piece of structure had toppled and knocked his mask off...her mask off. Maybe not an ideal excuse but he was hardly some super spy. He followed, matching their discipline. And entering the ship. Now, now he could start to act. Reaching out with the force he felt for the Sages upon the ship. Providing a sense of comfort, but also wariness to them. Her tried to keep his eyes following the same patterns of his 'sisters'. But was still reaching out with the force to try and get a proper feel for the ship. No, wrong idea, feel for the other ship. Carefully, hoping desperately they couldn't sense the force, he reached out to the neighboring prison transport. Feeling it out while the engines began to work until he finally found what he was looking for, the hyperdrive. He was not a specialist on the field, but he did know roughly where the input wires would be. He wasn't going to risk destroying it, but maybe he could prevent or at least delay their escape. He tried to wiggle them free from a distance. Focusing hard on not making noise, not that he could tell. Theoretically they may have no idea what was wrong...theoretically. Then they'd be stuck until they could figure it out, diagnose, and repair it. If, however, they realized the hyperdrive was just fine and was simply not gathering input. They'd find it within minutes of first trying to set the hyperdrive active.

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Taken the form of one of the 'sisters' with his usual internal alterations.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.

 

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

As the prison ship ascended to the skies, Isabsel focused on the Kel Dor Sages they had taken. All of them were silent. Either out of fear or perhaps accepting what fate awaited them all. Isabsel didn't know that they were actually being comforted by Anen who had shapeshifted into one of her kin. Isabsel would walk to the cockpit as the pilots began to meet with the other prison ships. In total there was about four prison ships, including the one that both Isabsel and Anen was on. All of them, carrying Baran Do Sages from villages that they were able to take by surprise. As the pilots contacted the other ships, relaying that all onboard was good, they would initiate the jump to hyperspace. But while the three other ships made the jump, one didnt.

Isabsel glanced at the pilots, watching one of them try to initate the hyperdrive again. Nothing happened. "Sister, why haven't we jumped?" Isasbel asked

"Hyperdrive isn't working, Sister Isasbel. I am not sure what the problem could be, but its not firing. We are going to have to land to get a better look ourselves." one of the pilots said

"...The longer we are here, the more likely someone is going to contact the Alliance and they will respond." Isabsel said "Make it fast. I will contact the homeworld."

The prison ship descended back to the surface, opting to land in a desolate area away from any close settlements. The pilots got out of the cockpit to go check on the hyperdrive while Isabsel contacted her superiors via holo communicator onboard the ship. She stood at attention as the hologram flared to life.

"Watch Commander. I am afraid my transport has run into technical difficulties. Something off with the hyper drive. The pilots are taking a look at it right now. However we do not have an estimated time on when we are done with this. Requesting orders, ma'am" Isabsel said

The hologram seemingly touched its chin for a moment before speaking. "Give the pilots ten minutes to find the issue. If they can not find and fix it within that timeframe, take the Sages outback and execute them all. Bury their bodies if need be. That way there is no chance of rescue for them."

"Yes ma'am." Isabsel said as the she closed the communicator.

She would then walk back to Anen, saying "Command has given us new orders. Set a timer, if the pilots arent finished in 10 minutes, I want you to take the Sages out, and kill them all. We have to deny the Alliance and the Jedi a chance of resecuing them. Understood?"

 

[Anen]

Isabsel
Landing, ok, that gave them time. Not a lot, but time. While they descended, he continued mentally trying to map out the ship. He desperately wished he could reach their minds. But there was just...nothing. Not like a wall, not even like a hutt, it was just like they didn't exist. He could tell, in a way, where they were, by the fact there was nothing else there either, but only if he was paying attention. He realized, painfully, how easy someone like this could have snuck up on a target. They'd make terrifying assassins.

Unfortunately, that time didn't seem to be long. Set for ten minutes. No...he could work with that. "Understood." he agreed, mimicking their accent, and gathering up their mannerisms a bit better. He'd set a timer, but, of course, he couldn't let them succeed. Instead, he planned to complicate things. With only one ship of them still here, he stood a reasonable chance of victory. They wouldn't be expecting it. He'd wait, but only until there was one minute left. Their ship now already would have had the coordinates for the destination, so, he could take it himself. Alone.

As the time would start to pass, he'd prepare himself internally. Building up mass and using meditation to get ready for the conflict he was going to have to be a part of. He was grateful the clothes they wore were so covering, as beneath the layers, he started shifting his skin, turning it from flesh, into the scales of an Osor. It wasn't going to be as dense as normal unfortunately. But it may help a little. He had to be slow about it, lest he accidentally move the clothing around in discernable ways.

As the minutes pressed on, he decided it was time. He couldn't wait any longer, he came up behind one and pointed a blaster at her. Though he maintained mimicry of her voice, just to keep some confusion he hoped. "Let them go." his other hand was snuck into where he hid his lightsaber. Ready to whip it out. They may be invisible to the force, but he could still feel blaster-fire.

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Taken the form of one of the 'sisters' with his usual internal alterations.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.

 

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Weaved Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

Perhaps fortunate or unfortunate for Anen, the one he managed to sneak up behind was indeed one of the pilots. She had been returning to the hyperdrive, with some tools and spare parts. She froze especially when she was held at blaster point. The confused look on her face when she heard those words,but in the voice of her sisters. There was a moment of silence and it only continued. The pilot however seemingly glanced back at the figure holding her at blaster point, a look of hatred and betrayal. "Traitor." she would say in a venomous tone. She couldn't get a good look at what was underneath the suit. "You should know my answer to your demands."

Isabsel in the meantime was monitoring the hyperdrive's repair with the other pilot. She glanced down at the timer. Two minutes were left and they were just about done with repairs. They just needed those tools and spare parts. Isabsel looked around wondering where the other pilot was. She went to investigate her wherabouts as they needed to finish up repairs. Isabsel didn't want to execute these Sages, as they could hold valuable information in their fight. However, orders are orders. Isabsel turned the corner to see this situation before her, immediately unsheathing her vibro-ax. Why was one of her sisters betraying them? Perhaps maybe disillusionment? "Identify yourself traitor"

 

[Anen]

Isabsel
"Will it do you any good to die for this one group?" He prompted, he didn't really want to kill her if he didn't have to. Especially if he had the drop on her. But he couldn't very well let them just keep on going. Unfortunately, another one came around the corner, he narrowed his eyes at her removing the vibro-ax. A useful tool, one he hoped didn't have any preparations against a saber. They seemed just good enough that it could be a problem. He really needed to practice his bladework more.

"That's not important." He answered in her voice, trying to maintain the appearance that he was still like them, thinking fast, though he wasn't sure fast would be efficient, he figured persuasion wouldn't work, what about intimidation? "This will never work. The Hive needs them, We need them." he let his eyes shift into being completely black, meant to resemble an infection of a killik hivemind, along with the shift in speech pattern. He had no idea if they'd even recognize it, or believe it possible, but he wanted, "We will be taking your ship. And your weapons. You could join us. But not yet."

Just keep them on their toes...he hoped. He wasn't even sure they could feel fear, or maybe anything? The inability to tell was driving him crazy. And he couldn't figure out what route to take. Were they even human? Maybe droids infused with some kind of anti-force technology. But then, why not imbed brain to brain communicators? No, they were definitely organic. But what then?

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Taken the form of one of the 'sisters' with his usual internal alterations. Spread of Osor skills on skin.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.

 

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Weaved Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

Isabsel narrowed her eyes as she listened to this traitor speak, or supposed to be traitor. Calculating in her head, there was only five other member of her unit. A total of six including her. Two of them were the pilots and the other four were the guards. Now three if one of her sisters is infected with some sort of plague or infection. How it breached her suit was something Isabsel wasn't concerned with. Her sister will need to die for the greater good of the mission. Such an infection can not reach back to the homeworld. This will need to be dealt with here and now. If this hive mind wanted the Baran Do Sages. so be it. Isabsel motioned to the other guards to bring out the Sages. They were all brought out before the infected Sister, and chained together.

"There is something, your Hivemind ought to know about my kin and I. We do not take threats kindly. We do not break or serve." Isabsel gave hand motion and the other guards would raise their weapons as if they are preparing to execute the Sages. "So listen here, Hivemind. Either we walk away, leave you dead here and take the Sages with us, or you can have the Sages and we leave." This was borderline treasonous for Isabsel, to allow force users to live. But Dorin will not be forgotten and they will return in time. Patience is needed to truly eradicate all force users in the galaxy. Not to mention this infection needs to be quarantined onto this world.

 

[Anen]

Isabsel
Anen's muscles tensed ready to leap forwards as they raised their weapons, what a mistake he'd made, by initiating this with demands for the sages. He shouldn't have indicated he wanted them. Nowhe was given a very difficult decision, they wanted them to. Preferably alive. But he couldn't trust that they wouldn't kill them. He'd try again, the more he could talk through this, the longer the planet had to get eyes on any paths they may be taking, as well as send for reinforcements. If he could resolve it first though....that'd put them at less risk. IF he could resolve it at all.

"We are too much for you to kill now. We will not fall to blasters or blades anymore. We have evolved." The 'hive mind' answered, "We also do not take kindly to threats. You could be joiners too. We would be as one will and mind. If you were like us, you could not have been infiltrated so easily. If we fight, you may not live."

He gave this as an attempt to switch tactics while keeping the same route. They seemed to believe it was a hivemind so far, so, if he could convince them that even if they kill the sages, the hivemind may try to take them over anyway, or that it really did somehow become immune to blasters and blades, maybe he could encourage them to try running. He didn't actually expect them to relent...but if they thought they could retreat and warn their sisters, maybe he could still get the ship, and the sages here. To try and emphasize the 'evolution', his skin began to form piece of a carapace along his face and neck. It wasn't remotely as good as the scales, he actually couldn't figure out on the fly how to get that to work. It was rigid so was maybe good for very mundane weapons, but a vibro-blade wouldn't find it much different, and a blaster probably couldn't even tell the difference. They didn't need to know that though.

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Taken the form of one of the 'sisters' with his usual internal alterations. Spread of Osor skills on skin.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.

 

[Isabsel]

Planet: Dorin
Equipment: Environmental Suit, Cortosis Weaved Vibro-Ax, DC-15 Side Arm Blaster
TAG: Anen

Isasbel glanced at the sages and then back at her sisters, who now were all present for this interaction. Fighting off a hivemind wasn't something that was planned, especially since she didn't know such a thing existed on Dorin. Especially one that could shapeshift. But why the hivemind targetted her is a bit of an oddity. It clearly had something to do with the Sages they had captured. Her face seeemingly showed a tiny bit of annoyance as the Hivemind suggested that they joined it. That was something that will never happen. Even if a thing evolved beyond being hurt by their weapons, they had to put that theory to the test. Isabsel gave a hand motion to the other pilot, to which everyone could hear some wires being torn out. The ship was purposely being damaged to prevent escaape at the moment.

"Even if we die, I will not let this infection spread further. Condemn this planet of people who harbor force users to a life where they have no free will? A dark fate for those people then. One I will gladly enact." Isabsel would then grab one of the Sages and throw them before the infected hivemind, as she pulled out her DC-15 Side Arm Blaster. She aimed it at the Sage before looking to the Hivemnd. "But before we put you down and end this, I want to see how you will turn others to your hivemind. You want the Sages yes? I have presented one before you. Now infect it or the Sage dies right here." To add to the seriousness of her command, Isabsel fired a shot that barely missed the cowering Sage.

 

[Anen]

Isabsel
Emotionally, Anen was barely keeping himself from panicking. He was however good enough to keep his body from expressing that fact. Any of this could go wrong very easily, but he knew he could save someone one way or another. Then she damaged the ship...kark it. Alright, no, he could work with that. They now made themselves stuck here, but their navigation system was all that he was really after. If they screwed that up they couldn't leave at all, so they had to leave it intact. "You underestimate us, and the purpose of force users." he said, with a mixed feeling of relief, and worry that she wasn't aware of some of the intricacies of Killik hives. Some rather odd ones, were that force users could drastically improve hive expansion. The not knowing meant she was less likely to spot his inability to replicate what a hive would actually be like, but her not knowing also meant it was harder to threaten in a way she'd understand.

He grit his teeth at what she did next, and narrowed his eyes. First, he felt fear jolt through him, then, an idea. He made a clicking noise, stepping forwards and grabbing the Kel Dor, at the same time, he reached out to his mind, Do not worry. Yes, killiks can use telepathy too. But I'm not one. Play along. I will guide you. he explained, he pulled the Kel Dor to his feet, then began to release deep breaths, cracking some of the small pieces of exoskeleton he'd added for aesthetic that sprayed towards the Kel Dor. They weren't useful anyway. In response, he guided the Sage into struggling at first, until he relaxed, and they collectively spoke, "It is only a matter of time. Until we are everything. Everywhere. Your flesh is more malleable, somewhat more resistant, yet more empty, than these are."
There it was, his excuse for why the kel dor wouldn't be able to change so fast...just in case. Killiks usually needed a little bit of time to bring someone into the fold, but he'd already showed unusual attributes anyway. So even if she knew that, he figured she couldn't tell. His purpose of what he and the sage said at once, was to give the impression that it had already learned something new about their biology and would get there eventually. Regardless of if they helped...he regretted, however, that even if they accepted, he couldn't truly mimic a killiks joining methods. Since his telepathy was force induced, and killiks telepathy only worked with other killiks or with joiners. Something he didn't really know how to do without far more shifting than he could manage here. Nor did he know what trying would do to his own mind.

Spoiler: Notes

Note for those who can sense force presences: Anen possesses 2, one is his natural presence, the other is an organ within him.

Form: Taken the form of one of the 'sisters' with his usual internal alterations. Spread of Osor skills on skin.


Inventory:
Standard blue lightsaber
Datapad with extended range and storage
Standard equipment like comms.
Simple green and white garments.