Administrator
Location: Primus System [Near Kassus]
Wearing: Armor
Add'l Tags: [member="Mectus"]
Intention: Investigate the source of strange signals hailing from unknown space near Islyrr II
Srina Talon sat in the Command Throne of the Ferocity. The chair had clearly been made for someone much taller, much larger than herself, and her slight frame barely took up half of it. The overworked Echani was sound asleep. She’d been busy watching the pilot droids pull up navigation charts and guide them through the stars when suddenly she was out like a light. Two curiously shaped droids had her trapped in the throne regardless. For her benefit, they emulated sleep, but they had really only entered a standby sequence to preserve power. Bella, a blue-hued rabbit-droid sat beside her, while her counter-part, decorated with red-sensors, was strewn across her lap.
The Echani never even noticed that several less than comfortable robotic limbs were stabbing her mercilessly. The holo-book that the rabbit droids enjoyed so much had fallen to the floor and rest near her boot covered feet. She was wearing the newly crafted armor that had been made for the Knights Obsidian. The mask and hood were removed, but otherwise, it was fairly comfortable.
Onboard the Ferocity, in various other areas, were [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Petra Cavataio"]. There were some strange signals echoing through territory a little ways up from Islyrr II and the trio had come to investigate. Srina gave the pair space. Mother and Son had been separated for what felt like an age to the white-haired woman. Rarely, did they seem to have the chance to talk things through, to get to know one another, and to reminisce as they should. The Sith Apprentice was unaware of the ghostly nighttime rendezvous that had taken place at the Well. Regardless, it mattered little.
Her Master had lost so much recently. A sister, a son, and with the final stone thrown by their recently removed allies he had also lost Mandalore. Srina held her own woes but the seemingly emotionless woman was overly conscious about that which bothered Darth Metus. He was her friend, family, mentor, and everything else in-between. She knew him, more so, than she knew herself. In these times he needed more assurances than she could provide. Time with Petra seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
Due to her impromptu and rather embarrassing catnap, Srina did not hear the barely audible sounds that poured through the receivers of the bridge. They were tuned for all frequencies, trying to pick up something new in the vastness of space other than the typical chatter, but most of their search had simply consisted of floating aimlessly. Music, soft as a feather, beautiful and light filled the deck in such a way that was entirely new. It was classical, elegant, and perfectly orchestrated. Although, there seemed to be something missing. Most instrumentals seemed to have a decided amount of feeling poured into it by the musician. Humanity. Passion—Something.
This didn’t seem to be the case. It was distant. A recording of a recording. As melodic as it was it was not enough to wake the sleeping Echani and she merely rest with her elbow bent over the arm of the command throne while she propped up her chin.
The pilot droids had been instructed to take them near to the source of the disturbance so they could try and pinpoint where it was coming from. However, they would not land, or engage, without specific directives.
“Should we wake the Captain?”, one of the droids murmured to the other, leaning closely, to avoid noise.
“Do you want to?”
“No—No I do not.”
The second droid looked over his shoulder and left it alone. He steeled his mechanized nerves and nodded his head slowly. If someone didn’t come along soon it would become unavoidable. “Five more minutes.”
“Yes. Five more minutes.”
And maybe five more after that. Thoughtfully, the droids began to project the soft music throughout the entirety of the ship. The Vicelord or the Vice-Mother would no doubt come to the bridge when they heard the quiet tune. Wouldn’t they?
Wearing: Armor
Add'l Tags: [member="Mectus"]
Intention: Investigate the source of strange signals hailing from unknown space near Islyrr II
Srina Talon sat in the Command Throne of the Ferocity. The chair had clearly been made for someone much taller, much larger than herself, and her slight frame barely took up half of it. The overworked Echani was sound asleep. She’d been busy watching the pilot droids pull up navigation charts and guide them through the stars when suddenly she was out like a light. Two curiously shaped droids had her trapped in the throne regardless. For her benefit, they emulated sleep, but they had really only entered a standby sequence to preserve power. Bella, a blue-hued rabbit-droid sat beside her, while her counter-part, decorated with red-sensors, was strewn across her lap.
The Echani never even noticed that several less than comfortable robotic limbs were stabbing her mercilessly. The holo-book that the rabbit droids enjoyed so much had fallen to the floor and rest near her boot covered feet. She was wearing the newly crafted armor that had been made for the Knights Obsidian. The mask and hood were removed, but otherwise, it was fairly comfortable.
Onboard the Ferocity, in various other areas, were [member="Darth Metus"] and [member="Petra Cavataio"]. There were some strange signals echoing through territory a little ways up from Islyrr II and the trio had come to investigate. Srina gave the pair space. Mother and Son had been separated for what felt like an age to the white-haired woman. Rarely, did they seem to have the chance to talk things through, to get to know one another, and to reminisce as they should. The Sith Apprentice was unaware of the ghostly nighttime rendezvous that had taken place at the Well. Regardless, it mattered little.
Her Master had lost so much recently. A sister, a son, and with the final stone thrown by their recently removed allies he had also lost Mandalore. Srina held her own woes but the seemingly emotionless woman was overly conscious about that which bothered Darth Metus. He was her friend, family, mentor, and everything else in-between. She knew him, more so, than she knew herself. In these times he needed more assurances than she could provide. Time with Petra seemed to be just what the doctor ordered.
Due to her impromptu and rather embarrassing catnap, Srina did not hear the barely audible sounds that poured through the receivers of the bridge. They were tuned for all frequencies, trying to pick up something new in the vastness of space other than the typical chatter, but most of their search had simply consisted of floating aimlessly. Music, soft as a feather, beautiful and light filled the deck in such a way that was entirely new. It was classical, elegant, and perfectly orchestrated. Although, there seemed to be something missing. Most instrumentals seemed to have a decided amount of feeling poured into it by the musician. Humanity. Passion—Something.
This didn’t seem to be the case. It was distant. A recording of a recording. As melodic as it was it was not enough to wake the sleeping Echani and she merely rest with her elbow bent over the arm of the command throne while she propped up her chin.
The pilot droids had been instructed to take them near to the source of the disturbance so they could try and pinpoint where it was coming from. However, they would not land, or engage, without specific directives.
“Should we wake the Captain?”, one of the droids murmured to the other, leaning closely, to avoid noise.
“Do you want to?”
“No—No I do not.”
The second droid looked over his shoulder and left it alone. He steeled his mechanized nerves and nodded his head slowly. If someone didn’t come along soon it would become unavoidable. “Five more minutes.”
“Yes. Five more minutes.”
And maybe five more after that. Thoughtfully, the droids began to project the soft music throughout the entirety of the ship. The Vicelord or the Vice-Mother would no doubt come to the bridge when they heard the quiet tune. Wouldn’t they?
[APPROACHING KASSUS AIRSPACE]
