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Taco Hutt, Korriban

Noah Bright

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Taco Hutt - Korriban​

Signa Station
Legrange Point Epsilon, SSC Space

Noah Bright sat in a rolling chair on the observation deck of the Silver station. He was sitting with his leg's crossed, eating a cup of strawberry ice cream, and watching the stars twinkling out beyond the long wide windows. Thinking about being anywhere but here.

Korriban was an empty system filled with debris. The only star ships who came out this way were either supply runners or Sith renegades looking for a vacation. And security just kinda assumed that every one of the later was also one of the former, too. Bleh. What a terrible place to be. Gods only knows why the Silver conquered it. What a waste of time.

The grand halls of the station lay mostly empty. All the shops and stores were closed or vacant. There was one bar, one restroom open, and only one hanger bay that ever got any use. A perfectly boring place to start their adventure.

...

"Gods. How I hate this place. Ugh."

*squeek squeek squeek*

Noah swiveled around the empty halls in his rolling chair. Eating ice cream and generally just pouting. Waiting for [member="Neivon"] 's starship to arrive so they could finally be about making some money.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
"Thanks again for helping me get to Korriban, Six-Eyes," Neivon still had lacked a Starship, still relying on the Nautolan's for mainly getting around. He sat in the usual small 'living room' of the ship, still never knowing why so much of the ship is part of the bottom, the Nautolan still refuses to tell him.

"No problem, but why is this guy wanting to meet with you on Korriban?" Six-Eyes had always been one for asking Neivon questions, whether it made sense or not. It was starting to feel for Neivon that the Nautolan just expected the bounty hunter to always know the answer. Neivon just guessed they probably liked hanging around dead Sith Lords. As the ship landed on Signa Station. The place was more vacant than usual. The occupation of the SSC must've been the cause, sure the place was still very small and was even losing numbers on the cold desert planet. But Neivon didn't assume it would drop this fast. He watched Six-Eyes take off, going back into space towards who-knows-where. The Nautolan never told him where he went.

Neivon followed the coordinates given to him by this [member="Noah Bright"]. He accepted the job on the prospect of pay, even bringing a carbonite spray to unsure his target wouldn't be able to get anywhere. But he needed more info, and he hoped this employer would supply that info. He checked his electrostaff, flashbangs, C-300 blaster pistol, and his rocket systems on the way. Everything seemed to be in good shape. No use checking his jetpack, he already had done so on the ship as well as his gauntlets.

Neivon found himself face to face with a man eating ice cream with quite the bored expression. They didn't seem to notice him.

"You called?" Neivon said.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah swiveled in his swivel chair,

"Nope. I posted. Heh."

He turned to a garbage can and tossed his ice cream cup into it. Swish! It was obvious the poor spacer was bored to tears.

"Alright. So. You ready to make some money? ...Ha. Come on. Let's go. I'm parked over here."

Noah stood up and waved [member="Neivon"] down the long empty hallways of the station. They could talk as they walked. His gunship was just down in Hanger Twelve.

"Oh. And here..."

He held out an Account Card. Obviously the up-front payment.

"One thousand credits up front. You get the rest when the job is done."

A small sum. But it could buy lunch and a taxi ride outsystem if the mission was a bust.

"Okay. I know you've got questions so... Ask away?"

Noah put his hands in his leather pockets and lead them off towards his ship. Very aware that he had yet to give the Hunter even his name.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon accepted the payment. He followed after his employer. Seemed they weren't one with addressing formalities, or having small talk. It was something Neivon enjoyed. He was never anyone to have small talk to begin with. It was always missions, missions, and more missions. States of Missions, requirements of missions, and potential troubles in missions. He still didn't feel that prepared after his little incursion on the Gjallarhorn, it still felt recent despite the months that past after it.



"Okay. I know you've got questions so... Ask away?"

Neivon was perplexed at why his employer sounded so unsure about his statement, disregarding it, he started asking what he considered the 'basics'. "Would we be running into any... troublesome some fortifications? What exactly is the background of the person who I'll be head-hunting? Will we receive any aid? Is there any information about any others the target might have with them? Is there any combative recommendations? Will we engage in combat to begin with?" They were the 'basics' Neivon usually always asked. Although the majority of the questions he tended to ask Six-Eyes, considering he should've remembered to bring his holocom. Neivon wanted to sigh, but didn't bother wanting to explain such a thing to this guy.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah kept walking and talked with his hands,

"Korriban is a wasteland filled with beasts, storms, Sithspawn, and even the lay Acolyte or two. The SSC keeps watch here in orbit, but doesn't bother to police the planet's soil. It's like a garden of man-eating weeds down there. So... I don't blame them."

Bright smiled,

"So yeah. Feel free to shoot at anything you want down there. Because there ain't no Calvary coming to save our butts."

He motioned to the mostly abandoned space station they were walking through,

"As you can see? This place ain't exactly buzzing with rescue personnel. ...I doubt any distress call would be heeded by more than a troubled, 'I told you so.' Hah."

Bright smiled and waved the comment away. This might have been SSC space. But it was still a fringe world with a zero economy.

"As for our perp? Yeah. Typical biker gang member. Male Zeltron with red skin and black tattoos. Gothic type with long black hair. Total kark-up really. I figure he takes his fashion ques from some Sith deadbeat, somewhere. But... And thankful for us. He ain't no Sith Lord. Just some dumb farker who pissed off a Hutt and retreated here to join a cult in safety."

Noah shrugged,

"You know the old saying. The only place safe from a Jedi, is with a Sith."

Together the rounded the corridor and entered the Hanger Bay. Noah's massive gunship vessel lay just ahead. Painted jet black and bristling with guns.

"The SSC Rangers tracked our boy to an empty crypt in the Goada Badlands. His speeder bike has been sitting outside the entrance for four days now. Easily visible from our space cam. ...Truth? He's probably dead. But until I find the body and deliver the head back to the Hutt Warlord? Well... Let's just say there is no money in watching his bike sunburn for a week. Meh."

[member="Neivon"]
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon listened without comment as his employer answered a good portion of his curiosity. He felt for his hovercams in his pack. If they just needed to track and find this Zeltron, than it would certainly be a simpler task for Neivon. He had been practicing his surveying abilities, his finesse to map out stuff was only thanks to the annoying pain-in-the-back Six-Eyes. But... Neivon stilled thanked him for... this. The bounty hunter never knew how useful being able to map out parts of places could be. It certainly helped him out on Dantooine, even if it was slower than Neivon could've wanted.

As they arrived into the hangar bay, the first thing Neivon noticed was the gunship. It was no capital ship, but it still looked impressive. It's black color would certainly make it difficult to find it with only the naked eye out in space. Neivon looked back at his Employer, it surprised him how talkative this man could be despite the fact they hadn't even strayed from the main subject. No blasted small talk and Neivon was glad for it. Neivon hoped that even if this Sith fanatic had Sith powers, they were weak enough in the force where they could hardly due much damage to him. It was always those strong force sensitives that troubled Neivon. His resistance in the force only stretched as far as those weak in it.

"I've heard about dead Sith on this planet and the... 'traps' which are in their tombs. Would it be likely we'll have to enter one of these?" Neivon was concerned that if it was so, he couldn't use his hovercams. he didn't want any potential damage to come to them. Which meant if he had to, he would simply risk his neck in those unpredictable dungeons of the ancients meant for grave robbers.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah walked up the boarding ramp and turned back to [member="Neivon"] ,

"Probably, yeah. The only way somebody could escape notice from the SSC reliably would be to live underground. Korriban is home to thousands of fortress strongholds, crypts, ruins, and even habitable spheres; just a few kilometers deep into the soil anyways. ...Ha. And..."

He raised a finger and smiled,

"It's the only place SSC turbolasers can't reach from orbit either. Heh."

As the saying goes: Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

"Come on then... Time to get our feet wet."

Bright and Neivon entered the gunship and soon were on their way down to the planet's surface.



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The Goada Badlands
Noon

She was a red desert world. Creepy as sin. No angels walked these cliffs and here no white God have ever held sway. To the Sith it held a call to power. To the Neutral Adept it held immeasurable secrets. To the Jedi it held only a certain and swift doom.

Luckily, Noah and Neivon where neither. To them it was just the hairs on their neck that stood up on end. A Solo might have said,

"I've got a good feeling about this."

Or. Ya know. Something like that, anyway. Heh. Noah smiled as he walked off the boarding ramp. Now clad in an all-black version of Clone Trooper Phase I armor. Betaplast, boring and light. He even had to smack his helmet a few times to get the HUD working properly. Bleh. Made him wish he could work without wearing a helm. How the heck to Mandos do this all day, anyway. Armor sure sucked in his book. Ugh.

"Okay Hunter. Check your gear. I'm letting the gunship move back to low orbit. ...Oh. And from here on out my callsign is Rainbow Six. Get used to using it on the coms. No names."

Bright was equipped with a shock baton, a Type7 Heavy Pistol, and a FiremaneTM Mk II Bolter from the Omega Pyre. Which, was essential just a very fancy grenade launcher.

"Okay. His speeder bike is parked just over that cliff. You're the tracker now. So? ...We follow your lead from here on in. Balls to you. Lead on."
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon looked at his employer with a devilish look. No names huh? "If that's so, than call me Enigma over the comms." He liked the word for the unpredictability it had with it, and Neivon always thought he himself was unpredictable. He looked on to a speeder bike that was parked far off near the cliff. His employer motioned him to lead the way. Silently, the bounty hunter moved towards the speeder bike. Certainly if someone was trying to get away wouldn't simply leave evidence around, would they? Neivon continued to investigate the bike. The location it was in was quite strange; parking anything near a cliff was downright dangerous. It wasn't likely they fell over into the cliff beneath, the bike should have been flipped over with the momentum someone would provide.

Neivon enabled his thermal scanners. If they were a Zeltron, they would have a heat signature. Sadly, it didn't seem like that was the case, the trail was already stale. Where exactly would a Sith Fanatic go to if they were fleeing from who knows where? Neivon dropped his pack on the crimson cool soil. He took out three hovercams, turning them on as he set them off in multiple directions near the speeder. One went into a ravine, another flew north of their direction while the third went West.

"Whatever information we'll need to find, my cams would be able to at least map out important places," Neivon took out a holorecorder, watching three separate images on screen. "We'll move East of this location, it had been some time since the they left this location." Packing away his holorecorder, the bounty hunter took out Macro binoculars. "Unlucky for them, I'm quite the hunter," Neivon began moving off East, not looking back to see if his employer was following suit. He never waited for anyone during a hunt.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah followed suit. Letting [member="Neivon"] / Engima, do what he was hired to do. Hunt.

Bright wasn't a talker either. At least, not down here. Not on Korriban. Nah. Instead he just kept watch on the horizon. Looking for the dust trails that meant a Grog Biker gang, (basically black-colored space orks,) was coming their way. He also watched for plant life. Because just about any plant that could live on Korriban's surface was deadly and poisonous. So he stayed away from even the smallest weed too. Wasn't even curious.

Good news. Korriban held no indigenous life anymore on it's surface. There were no deer, no pigs, no lizards, and almost zero insects too. Up here. On the surface? Everything was dead. Very very dead. Now... Underground? Sure. You could find a few crazy critters down there. But it was still a similar story. There were no footprints, no animal droppings, no birds chirping, and almost zero background noise. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound. Ever.

So Engima and Rainbow walked East. Across a vast expanse of nothingness. Quiet and deathly still. In every single way.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon looked across the vastness of Korriban with his macrobinoculars. It made it really convenient for Neivon that this place was a desert. Hardly much of anything to hide among on the surface. As for beneath... the bounty hunter had no blasted idea. His boots softly crunched on the soil, Rainbow Six followed short behind. Neivon felt on edge, more on what could potentially happen to his hovercams versus anything else. He spent a good amount of creds on those cams. It was always funny to Neivon that he seldom cared much for his own safety. Maybe it was because he knew his line of work rarely meant guaranteed safety. It was over from the start. Suddenly, Neivon could see that there were multiple spots of sand that had been interrupted by something. It could be speeder bikes, it could be a territorial dispute. Neivon checked his thermal scanners. The energy readings were like the last ones, no even there. It never helped that this planet was cold, the transfer of energy could just quickly disappear as soon as it appeared.

Suddenly, beeping could be heard from his pack. Neivon pulled out his holorecorder. One of his hovercams had been destroyed. Cursing to himself, the bounty hunter looked at the footage. It was the one that went North. There were huge valleys and what seemed to be ancient statues of robed figures. Tombs no doubt. "Looks like we have a lead," Neivon changed direction from their east location, moving North. We wasn't going to let who ever get away with destroying his cam. Neivon didn't recall his others though, who knew what kinds of things they'll be able to find out in this desolate place.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah's helm was a stoic mass of uncaring observation. It was his way of letting [member="Neivon"] / Enigma work. Let the Hunter hunt. Don't get in the man's way. That sort of thing. If Noah didn't need to talk. He didn't talk. He just nodded and kept his eyes to the horizon. Bolter at the ready to make quick work of anything that surprised them.

North was fine too. But it meant canyons, ridge lines, sniper's nests, and crypt hideaways. Perfect place for an ambush. Luckily, that didn't chide Bright one bit. He still had his gunship, after all. One quick call to his droid and Boom! Overwatch brings the pain.

That was the Plan B anyway. Plan A was still just following along and letting Neivon earn his pay.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon was looking from left to right with his macrobinoculars in the relative direction. He hoped none of the natural fauna destroyed his cam. It would make for a real inconvenience if that was what happened. The cam must've traveled far as it was dusk by the time Neivon finally was able to pinpoint it's gps device. They were in some sort of valley. Large statues of what the bounty hunter inferred to be Sith Lords stood looking down upon multiple tombs that seemed to travel beneath the Earth. Giant worm like creatures in packs swarmed the ground all over the place. It would be unwise to continue when the light around them was dimming. Besides, they surely must've cornered these fanatics. And considering the vastness of the area around, Neivon assumed these Cultist wouldn't be the ones leaving this place.

Neivon checked his heat scanners. He was glad K'lor'slugs had a weak heat signature, the majority of strongers signatures showed things going in and out each and every tomb here. It was going to be quite the painful search. "Here," Neivon offered his macrobinoculars to Rainbow Six. "I think it'll be best to set up camp." Neivon motioned his arms. They had been using the majority of the day looking for these cultists. Neivon knew it would be best rest, no use doing everything in one day. Sure, plenty of employers like doing things as fast as possible, but that wasn't a Mandalorians way. Neivon may no longer be one, but he knew how valuable patience was to a hunt. Besides, they were going to need to plan something with all these tombs lying around.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah had been tracking their prey for four days in SSC space. One more wasn't going to hurt anybody. He nodded and passed the goggles back to [member="Neivon"] ,

"So... I take it you think he's down there, somewhere?"

Enigma had lost a probe. That was all the evidence they had. No tracks. No more speeder to search for clues. Nothing. As far as Bright was concerned, Enigma was just plain lost. Squandering a whole day with nothing to show for it at all. Money already wasted.

And that didn't set well with him at all.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
"Perhaps, but I won't be able to tell untill I look back at the previous footage my hovercam had before I lost contact." Neivon pulled out his electrostaff, turning it to the highest voltage. "I'm going down there, I'll need to set up hidden holocams around the area before the sun sets." Shame they didn't leave datapads, holocoms, nothing to help with the trail. Just heat signatures and blasted speeder bikes. But that didn't really matter to Neivon. He'll use time, and his droids' ability to create a virtual map for him. He wasn't planning on using it though until the droids were on the verge of losing their signal with Neivon. Only then, would he recall them.

The bounty hunter leaped down into the sandy valley. Carefully placing and concealing holocams in every available corner. They would need to distance themselves from this place now, no doubt there'll be scouts. "Follow me, we'll need to set up camp some place far." He had the sense his employer was probably doubting his tracking skills, they always did, few rarely had patience for Neivon's methods. Which were typical Mandalorian hunting methods with just a little zest, but these methods were the reasons he was even able to find a lead on the Shadow Guard weeks ago. "And don't worry, I know it looks ridiculous, but there's hardly much technology out here, no doubt they wouldn't even need it with whatever sithy things these kinds of people tend to do. There's no terminals, no datapads, nothing seems to be out here to track anyone. Once my remaining hovercams map out half the area, we should be able to dictate half the area. Uninhabitable zones, strange landmarks, the good stuff." Neivon began moving back to their original location, shame he only ever had was rations. He could've really gone for something hot in this weather.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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"Fair enough."

Bright didn't bother to watch [member="Neivon"] make his rounds with the camera's. Instead he com'ed his vessel and awaited it's arrival. His Droid brought the large gunship down a fair pace from the valley. If only to avoid anybody noticing it's arrival. So when the Hunter insisted on making camp, Noah just shook his head,

"Yeah yeah. I'll make camp back in my bunk. Pfft. Look... Just com me when you've got something we can actually work with yeah. I've been walking all day in these Gods-forsaken boots. Blast it. Should have just stayed in orbit and let you hike it in."

It was obvious. Noah had been useless all day. Walking around a dessert in clone armor with nothing but a sweaty backside and swamp-butt to show for it. If Neivon didn't need him for the rest of the night? Yeah... Bright would be taking it easy for the next few hours in his bunk. Resting his tired, aching feet.

"Happy hunting Enigma. Enjoy sleeping in Hell's outback. I'll see you in eight hours. Damn."

Kark that chit. He was getting some shut eye. Bright retreated to his ship for five minutes peace. Wondering if Neivon would have anything useful by morning.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Neivon said nothing as he watched the ship set off. Once he came out of view, Neivon began trekking North-East of the location. Another employer that would've rather slept in comfort than around the natural dangers of the wild. Who could really blame them though? This was the Mandalorian way. No matter how much of a merc he appeared in his job he still stuck towards being so much of a Mandalorian. Neivon wanted to chuckle to himself. But not out of pure happiness. Wanting to drive the thoughts away, he called Six-Eyes from his helm. "Six-Eyes, I got something that I need you to look at."

"What? Is it your so-called 'ruined hovercam'?" Six-Eyes sounded detrimental. Who could blame him? This was the seventh employer Neivon had lied to thus far. It's funny how it all came to be just because of a little affair on Dxun. "Listen, if you could just explain to me why you don't tell these people of this kind of information. You know as much as I do that it's bad for business!" The Nautolan continued. Neivon frowned, seemed the slicer is starting to worry about Neivon more. Guess the same could apply to anyone if they were long term partners.

"Sorry Six-Eyes, it's personal." Neivon said.

"Personal? Is this something between your old clan?"

"No, not Mandalorian business," In fact, it was with a Sith out of all things. The bounty hunter made an agreement not to share any information he might've found that revolved around Sithy knowledge and to not share whatever it might be with people he couldn't trust. In return, the Sith promised to find a way to get rid of this nuisance of a dashade inside of him. Oh course, Neivon still typically shared the info with Six-Eyes, he wasn't much of an entrepreneur and was disinterested with Sith knowledge. But you could never with these employers. You just simply accept the bounty and get head hunting, simply as that.

Neivon felt that he traversed a fair distance from his holocams. He dug through his pack as he began to prepare a tent and set up a mobile holoterminal and attached his holorecorder to it. "Six-Eyes, do you think you could slice through my deactivated hovercam's data and reactivate it holofeed?"

"What, don't have any equipment to do it yourself?" Seemed Neivon busted a nerve through him.

"You know I have to keep things to a minimal," Neivon dejected.

"Ya, whatever, alright."

There was a pause between the call, Neivon decided it could be the best time to take off his helmet and eat a ration bar as he waited. No matter how annoying the cold was, It would be too much of a risk to set up a fire out here, could attract who knows what. He looked at his other droids feeds. Neivon was surprised at the speed they were able to finish scanning half the relative area. They were already returning to Neivon. He had his doubts when he bought such shady equipment, but now he guessed there was nothing really to worry about. Still didn't change the fact he wasted a good amount of creds on the cams so blindly. Neivon could hear the beep of his terminal as he looked over the map. It was Six-Eyes again.

"Unlike what you said, I checked every single active hovercam. Seemed the one near the crypt did find something, a whole bunch of something. I'll send you back the data, and that one you deactivated found something else."

"Are you able to erase the one in this valley though?" It was the main reason he came back near the cam, it found something and he'd rather had it's feed erased. His own paranoia even caused him to set up holocams to make sure whatever that thing down in there wouldn't prowl around out here. Didn't matter if he wasted his employer's time to him. Getting this dashade out of him was his priority. Besides, not all of it was wasted. The map his cams did make revealed hiding spots and various other weaknesses. And the one in that crypt did find multiple escape routes. No doubt a normal satellite view wouldn't be able to see them. Seems he would head back there now, seal these routes before he went in. They were a well distance away from the crypt, a kind of clever way to escape. It was also a clever way to get in to. With satisfaction, Neivon went to tend to his own gear. He would head out first thing in the morning, checking these things out. But first...

Six-Eyes nodded with annoyance, cutting the channel from Neivon. WIth a grunt, the bounty hunter called his holocom to get into touch with Rainbow.

"Hey Rainbow Six, Enigma here, I got somethings for you that you might want to take a look at," Neivon sent him the map he created, along with all the escape routes that were found around the crypt. "Do you see those darker spots on the map? Zoom in into them, there not natural occurring parts of the area. I recommend bringing some stuff that could seal these off," Progress was slow, but it was progress. Now Neivon practically had the land advantage. Now the only problem was what was beneath the land.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

Noah Bright

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Noah sat in his pilot's chair and held up his datapad. [member="Neivon"] had sent him a map of some random underground formation. Nothing else. But he did smirk that the Enigma wanted him to bring traps or explosives now. Funny. He scoffed to himself,

"Damn. Just find the guy, man. This ain't relic hunting. Geez."

Bright tossed the pad over his dash and leaned back to catch some shut-eye. He'd get around to business in the morning. Making a mental note to never hire a Mando, ever again.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
Relic hunting, huh? Neivon really needed to get back to that. Maybe that Sith could help him with it's secrets...

As morning arrived, Neivon moved from his cramped position. Funny how one can get used to sleeping in armor, despite the fact they'll still wake up cramped. First thing Neivon did was take a bite of his rations, moving to retrieve his holocams. Thankfully, the beast seemed to stay in one place. Weirdly enough though, he checked his so called 'deactivated hovercam' seeing that it was not even moving a bit. Wouldn't something like htat need to eat once in a while? Maybe Six-Eyes- bad idea. It owuldn't be wised to call him, he's been ever-so sour about Neivon's lying. Unlike Six-Eyes, Neivon was still new at the mercenary work, had only been at it for 5 months. The bounty hunter knew nothing about how the underground really worked, more or less how to deal with employers. Neivon didn't know the true of one's time either. He was too used to the hunting he did back in Clan Kaisonuor.

Neivon trekked his way back towards the crypt. He took his time considering how early it still was. He gathered his now returned hovercam, which had been waiting for him at the same spot he shot them off. Only one had returned, the one which went west. He then heard a beep from his pack. Which was strange, he didn't recall ever causing that a hovercam to deactivate... Unless... Neivon stood up quickly. Someone must've found it, found out they were being watched. Not wishing to allow whatever in there to get away, Neivon ran into the tomb. There would be no time to go through the escape routes. He felt his blood lust peak as he entered the place.

"Darkside energies... such weak and fruitless, they will not keep me from my prey," The dashade within Neivon said in dashadi. The force had practically summoned the dashade as soon as Neivon's will was weakened from the it. The dashade ripped off Neivon's pack, throwing it on the cold soil, and running through the crypt without much of a care. His lust to feast on force-users was ever-so strong.

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Noah Bright

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Noah awoke in his pilot's chair to his Droid beeping in his ear. Ugh. What a wake up call. He pushed through the stiff stupidity of sleeping in a chair and opened his eyes. Ah. Message from Signa Station. Guess the SSC wanted to know if he was still alive or not. Ha,

"Figures."

Noah replied with a curt text. Then rubbed his eyes and put his boots back on. He didn't have a fresher onboard his gunship, so the shower would just have to wait. Besides? Work like a soldier. Smell like a soldier. In the end, nobody would care anyway.

"Okay. I'm up. Let's see how we're doing..."

...

Ten minutes later Noah had landed his ship nearer the ridgeline and walked outside to get in a good stretch. Ahh. The Dark Side Nexus world of doom and gloom. Great. Nothing better than a new morning in Hell.

He touched his com,

~ "Rainbow to Enigma. Rainbow to Enigma. ...Yo. Where we at Hunter?" ~

He took a piss in the red sand and awaited a reply from [member="Neivon"] . Who, unbeknownst to Bright? Was apparently quite rabid right about now.
 

Neivon

Spirit of the Shadow Guard
What was this annoying buzzing coming off the dashade? No matter how much his desires for blood yearned, this was much more important. It was affecting his ability to focus and he hated that. Almost as much as he hated the fact he somehow was put into the body of a fleshy weakling. It was the worst way to wake up. He knew this wasn't a dream and would've liked it otherwise. He took off the Bounty hunter's helmet, finding an earpiece and tossing it towards the side. He wouldn't be interrupted any longer. Putting back on the helmet, the dashade continued on his way through the crypt.

Apparently, he had activated ancient droids. The dashade used the electrostaff, short circuiting and dismembering the droids with little to no effort. As it should suspected, they weren't much game to begin with.

This little crypt better have something good.

[member="Noah Bright"]
 

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