See, it's not all in their heads; it's also upon the floor.

[Pom Stych Tivé]

”Let’s give this a little tweak; shall we?”

Incompetence is what she calls it. Over 100.5 thousand men aboard and the Dreadnought is still brought to utter ruin. The damn thing was discovered floating in the middle of nowhere with a remaining skeleton crew. What the hell happened to everyone else? Was there illness onboard? Had they been boarded? Something sinister had occurred, because on every deck the Imperial Commander documented spotting bits and pieces of flesh.

Next question, will the remaining crew ensure, or perish due to their circumstances? What are they hiding from the logs, and why are they hiding it? Guilt of mutiny perhaps? Such incompetence indeed. See, the competent would never have failed at whatever they had planned, and she wouldn’t need to be sent here to investigate…interrogate rather, should it come to it. She feels it highly likely the situation shall call for it. ’Fun. Fun.’ Black marketeers would pay a high price to strip this Imperial ship. It is a mess, not going to lie about it; and She has sadly been redirected to the salvage grid. So many months spent in dry dock awaiting her maiden voyage, how quickly She is brought to destruction. She crawled now to her final destination.

Pom Stych Tivé, the alias by which she is known, boarded the decommissioned vessel, stepping through the airlock, immediately addressing the Imperial Commander who called in the Sith for assistance at getting to the truth of the events leading to the missing crew, as he welcomed the small group of Sith aboard.

The Sorceress thoroughly enjoyed the measure of shock she inspired upon meeting the surviving crew, as always new faces seem rendered. Her crystal staff thumping down upon the cold steel floor, her black cloak trailing behind her, the human digits/bones of her victims strung about her neck like most valuable jewels, amulets and talismans. And yet, so much natural beauty in abundance, and poise, does not equate with the deadly terror for which her profession stands, one of the Nightsisters of Dathomir. Those who are inherently Sith, trained to use physical props which the five senses of mere man drink up and deeply so, to which one’s senses cannot deny the reality they must perceive. Hold you to any superstitions? She can build upon them and manifest them as truths.

Pomst ran the tips of her fingers over her outer cloak and revealed her underlying apothecary stored in her lining, tiny corked vials of tinctures, created from natural sources and blessed by ancient incantations, enslaving together the physical and the spiritual realms. The crew is seen cringing and shuddering, clearly anticipating her known capabilities.

Pomst met an Acolyte in transport, [member="Darth Harbinger"], a valuable asset to the Order. Her affiliation with the Jen’ari is still in the developing stages, but the reputation of Darth Vyrassu as a prominent power among the galaxy precedes him, and Pomst entertains her gambling spirit whenever she feels the whim, likely to the dismay of her longtime lover, Sith [member="Lord Depravious"].

The discorporated souls trapped onboard began whispering to her all at once.

 

[Darth Harbinger]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

In the Void of space The Mining vessel stolen from the planet Naboo came out of Hyperspace and began slowly nearing the dreadnought that was floating through the stars in something of a dead orbit around a desolated planet. Inside of the mining vessel was Darth harbinger, An acolyte of the sith though he followed a more obscure path then the typical sith lord, The path of sorcery and alchemy to be exact. As the vessel approached and slowly docked on the ships docking platforms Harbinger let out a soft breath as he used the force to sense the ship. He picked up the force energy of another on the ship, One who seemed entwined with darkness similar to his own, as if that wasn't enough to perk his curiosity, It seemed that besides a few of the crew that there was nothing else on board...but that couldn't be...not if the imperial notes of flesh being found on board were to be believed...and he could see why they would lie about that. As the ship finally came to a stop, Darth Harbinger slowly stood up and walked down the steel halls of his own ship and walked out onto the crumbled looking docks of the dreadnought and he scanned the halls and docking platforms with his yellowed eyes from under his helmet. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary for him as of yet...but again...that couldn't be the case. He slowly walked down the steel ramp and onto the landing platform and walked past one of the crew who left the vicinity immediately as Harbingers Love of breaking people mentally was well known through the worlds he had visited. Harbinger glanced over his shoulder, The voice in his head telling him they were conspiring against him , plotting to attack from behind and for a moment, Harbinger nearly attacked but he pushed the words of the voices in his head out of his mind for now. He had business to attend to..

Harbinger walked the halls and followed the sense of darkness until he approached the source of the enticing darkness he sensed even off of the ship. When he walked into the room his eyes locked on a witch or at least what he assumed was a witch. Walking up towards her he studied the woman for a moment before speaking "Your my contact I am supposed to meet here...correct..Pom stych Tive?..." he said as he watched her, ready to attack if he needed as the voices again told him she was going to attack him when his back was turned. He glanced around the steel room and the hall ways and for a moment, on the surviving crew members "Somethings off...there is much more happening here then we are lead to believe..." he told her in a cold but dull and emotion devoid voice as he slowly walked over and looked out of the window into the vacuum of space

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

She nodded at the Acolyte's introduction and grunted affirmative at his observations. "Yes. I remember you from Cordialis. We will get to the bottom of this." She would round up these traitors and make them sleep huddled together like cattle, if they get out of line with her.

She requested a look at the roster of the relief bridge crew from the current Commander, to learn the faces of those newly assigned to the ship, brought in after the vessel was discovered drifting. She studied it to pin names to the faces of the members of the original crew still at their stations, those in stand down for suspicious behavior, and those brought before the Sith now by the Commander for questioning.

"Alright Commander, we'll take over from here. You stick to the Bridge, take an Acolyte with you, until we learn what's happening here. Have your crew stick to the cabins along that connecting corridor. Go over everything carefully before you settle in. Report anything unusual. We don't know what we are facing. Here, we have brought rations with us; take a case for your crew, to be safe. If the others have no further questions for you, you may go."

Pomst felt the Commander surge with a twinge of apprehension and pity for leaving the original crew members under the charge of the Sith, because...well, its obvious. She smirked at sensing him. She knew he also felt relieved not to be on the receiving end of the Order's suspicion.

She handed the datapad to the Acolyte ([member="Darth Harbinger"]). "Whatever it is that is speaking to you through otherworldly means, understand its one part of the issue. I am hearing it too, as I expect everyone is, only they are not aware, therefore they are your focus." She can feel his apprehension towards her and everyone else, and it did not please her.

She thought she saw something move out of the corner of her eye, something large, but when she turned there was nothing there, only the empty hall. One of the crew looked in the same direction, his face filled with angst. Pomst noted to keep vigilant should she spot something move again. If something is onboard, there are ways to force something to reveal itself.

 

[Darth Hashira]

Spoiler

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESc2Tq2HzhQ

Strange things are happening...

Lord Hashira speed through the confines of hyperspace towards [member="Pom Stych Tivé"] and [member="Darth Harbinger"] . The newly titled Lord was on a tight timetable, events were happening outside of his control causing him to feel rushed for the past several weeks. He suddenly got a call on his ship's holopad. He answered the call, still focused on the outside scenery of his ship. A Rodian Jen'Ari officer in uniform appeared in front of him and began speaking.

''Lord Hashira...'' the Rodian kneeled for a moment before returning to his feet.

''The Alchemization process of your sword was completed and the sword was placed in the back compartment of your vessel, per your request.''

Hashira nodded as he reached under his cloak and haphazardly tossed a lightsaber he was carrying somewhere into the rear confines of his vessel.

''Do you have any other requests to be completed while you are away?'' The Rodian asked, cautiously.

Hashira responded by sending over a detailed list of ingredients and items for the protection alchemization of a set of robes.

''Aye aye Lord Hashira...'' and the Rodian dissapperaed.


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Shortly afterwards, Lord Hashira docked his vessel into the abandoned ship. Before exiting the vessel, he walked to the back and retrieved his alchemized sword Lan'guroem, kicking the lightsaber once more. The sword itself was tempered and measured just to his specifications, allowing maximum damage and flexibility. The sword was enchanted and alchemized with several unique spells, chief among them: protection against lightsabers and blasters, the ability to channel specific Force powers through the blade, and necrosis. Once a limb or a piece of flesh had been sundered, it would quickly rot and the unfortunate victim would be infected with a lethal disease. He took the sword and placed it in a sheath on his left hip.

Strolling out his ship, he turned a hallway and met the witch and the harbringer talking to each other. He approached the two and nodded.

''In need of my assistance?'' He asked, his voice low and snake like.

 

[Darth Harbinger]

[member="Darth Hashira"][member="Pom Stych Tivé"]

Taking the data pad from the witch he shook his head to clear the voices from His head again as he began to read the data pad. He could feel her eyes on him and he looked back at her after a moment "they don't sound like the voices I typically hear " he told her before looking back at the data pad. He began going through the ships repair logs and the ships Condition sheets. As he flipped from screen to screen it didn't seem like to much was out of the normal. There was a repair done to. The engine and the back thrusters about four "earth" months back which could have given a chance for somebody to sabotage it. As he looked back up towards the glass he saw something huge vanish around a corner but when he tried to use his senses to find the thing it didn't show... This was beyond strange for him. It was then that he heard another noise, the voice of another sith lord.. Just how many more were showing up.. They wouldn't have dispatched a witch, and two sith if it was a routine ship grab. Looking over at the sith who was approching him he spoke calmly "something is amiss here.. " he told him as he handed him the data pad so he could get an up to date reading of everything. "something is watching us.. I can hear it.. " he said referring to the new voices in his head and then looked to The witch "how long have you heard the voices? " he asked her

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

A Sith Lord asked her if she needs his assistance? "Most certainly!" she replied with a thoughtful smile. "There seemed to be a few areas of investigation to choose from. The crew, the ship itself, and a possible intruding species...poisoning, armament theft maybe." They have absolutely no facts to go on as of yet. The relief Captain got nothing out of this sparse crew.

"And what if...the vanished members survived and can be rescued?" Surely the Order will be pleased.

“I am not certain the source of the voices we are hearing are ethereal. I sense they may originate from an organic entity onboard. I began hearing them since the moment I stepped through the airlock. They may indeed have effected our Imperial friends, driven them to action. I doubt they would even realize the imposition."

Pomst wondered who among the group would best serve to question the crew. She would like to investigate the fleeting motion she detected earlier, try and drive it out of hiding, if some creature does in fact exist.

"Anything else your instincts are telling you?" she asked of [member="Darth Harbinger"] and [member="Darth Hashira"], that they might begin their investigation and interrogation.

 

[Darth Harbinger]

[member="Pom Stych Tivé"][member="Darth Hashira"]

Closing his eyes Darth harbinger began attempting to focus his mind despite the voices in his head. He managed to quiet them to look into the force for a few moments before his eyes opened slowly "I think...you..,might be right" he said to Pm as he looked over at the witch "It feels like there is another life form hidden somewhere on this ship...if you don't mind I feel like I should have a look in the basement of the ship...down in the haul i mean" He corrected himself as he was not one who knew to much about ships or "ship talk" that most piolets tended to use. "I feel as though we may find some clues down there as to who...or what..is on the ship...and maybe a few clues as to just what has been happening on this ship" He told her as he continued to look around and soon his eyes locked onto the ships crew "Part of me hopes that we can kill at least one..." he admitted before crossing his arms and leaning on the ships cold metallic walls to await a response

 

[Pom Stych Tivé]

Spoiler

sorry. Got a new dobie puppy!

While [member="Darth Hashira"] went off on his own, the witch almost pitied the survivors of the original crew, for they would forever be branded as cowards for surviving while so many of their mates had died or been abducted.

She refrained from acknowledging the slight blunder of [member="Darth Harbinger"] as she understood him directly regardless, and had no need for him to correct himself. ”You know...I do feel it most pertinent we discover this intruder before we suffer more losses. But first a quick tap into the memories of recent events of the survivors...or suspects” she thought, despite her stark aversion personally suffering the emotional and mental lacking of those she feels are beneath her evolution.

Pomst cleared her thoughts and stood before the highest ranking officer among the group held for debriefing and intently gazed into his eyes. As she tapped into his mind she would force him to relive and to show her what he knew of the event. It was nothing more than he had reported, but she did see exactly what she had hoped for; just before all hell broke loose and the crew scattered from their stations, some invisible entity drew his gaze towards it, and it appeared to the layman’s eye that nothing indeed was present in its physical space. Pomst and her partner already believed otherwise. She pondered how some creature such as it may have gotten onboard and the hull seems the very best place to start.

She waited till her partner was ready, finished seeking answers of his own and then they would be off to venture into the hull.