The Chiloon Saints (Primeval Dominion of Chiloon Rift)

[Catalys Maijora]

As the Primordial March continued a lone Deliverance-class Heavy Cruiser found itself in the thick of the Chiloon Rift. A Nebula said to contain amongst the largest and most bountiful asteroid belts in the galaxy.

Deliverance drifted through the Rift in the thick of a Nebula cloud. Sensors and feed were disrupted as the starship relied primarily on its visuals to navigate the hazardous space. On board the command deck an officer looked through the viewport.

"Executor, sir .We're receiving ... A distress signal?", one of the deck officers was confused when he noticed the feedback. A scrambled distress signal was picked up by the crew of the Deliverance.

"Play the message.", the Executor responded; his eyes still gazed into the Nebula.

On the command deck's holo projector came up the visual S.O.S. feed. Several miners were in view.

"This is *garble* of the -- *garble* -- we came under at--uggh-err-aah!", the screams were the last thing heard as the image distorted and faded.

"That's the end of transmission. Everything else after that is... It's nothing.", the officer said grimly on the subject.

The executor rubbed his brows and began to wonder on that. Of course with all the phenomena going around it could be anything... Pirates, perhaps another faction? No. There was no one else close enough to respond.

"Ignore it, we're here to secure the region not --", the Executor was cut off.

The starship shook violently as some of the navigation instruments shorted out, the sparks electrocuted and killed a few of the crew. The incident lasted only a few meager seconds but the results were catastrophic. All systems temporarily shut off and engineering sent a message to the deck.

"We've lost the main engines.", the message was brief but straightforward.

With the engines gone the ship slowly drifted towards the unknown. A few hours passed and the crew still was unable to get the engines back online and no one could seem to figure out what had happened. Was it an electrical storm? Perhaps a pirate attack? No one knew exactly but the damage was severe, as if they were looking for a miracle the Deliverance exited the thick of the Nebula and found itself face to face with a large facility. There were no ships docked by the looks and it seemed abandoned. By the size of it there was no doubt it was a service station for mining ships and large freighters used to haul goods from the station to the rest of the galaxy.

"Get my Catalys.", the Executor said.

Walking through the doors and onto the command deck was the Veteran agent and one of Anja's enforcers. "You called?", truthfully it was less of a question on why but on what he was being asked to do; the soldier was eager to get into action. He didn't much like traveling on a ship with no aim.

"Take one of the dropships and a small crew, investigate that station; see what you can find. Maybe we could find spare parts to fix the engines...", the Executor wondered.

"As you command.", Catalys responded. With that he turned around and began to set out. Meanwhile the Deliverance managed to send out a distress call -- hopefully they'll have reinforcements soon. The ship's scanners picked up small blips now and then waiting on the outskirts of the Nebula. Whoever they were, one thing was certain: The Deliverance was not alone.

 

[Kitsune]

The Theta-class T-2c Shuttle was blandly grey, and did not possess the festive colors which usually adorned the exteriors of the ships of the Inari Shogunate. And it was odd to see a Republic vessel a midst the largely Confederate-based technologies produced by Izanami Ironworks. But it was of no importance to Kitsune. She cared little for the rigid fundamental tenets of her society. She cared at the mission at hand.

Inside, the ship was unremarkable in all fashions with exception to the extensive air lock systems that secured the cockpit and the passenger bay and its crew: the crew were seemingly normal in comparison to the rest of those on the ISS Mikoshi, yet they seemed sophisticated in some matter. There were three pilots, dressed in full flight suits and stationed in the cockpit, while four Samurai stood in the passenger bay, which was converted into an office.

Kitsune sat inside her office and slowly attempted to attune to the Force.

 

[Tyro'din]

Tyro'din sat aboard his personal Mendacity Class Corvette, The Silent Shadow, as it slowly drifted towards the space station that was gradually filling the view from the cockpit window. He sat there, disassembling then reassembling his riffle in an effort to calm his nerves and slow down the beating of his heart, 'It was a dream, you are out of that Hell' echoed around his head in a desperate mantra. He needed something to free his mind from the chains of the horror that still clung to him that caused cold shivers to run down his spine. That was why he had jumped at the chance to do this, no matter how much of a bad feeling he was getting, a job is a job is a job. The Bothan sent a prayer to Halrormalenth that he could continue to hide his true name and self behind masks until he was isolated from everyone, he would not show weakness, he was not weak.

Standing slowly, Tyro'din holstered his rifle before turning to go stand in front of the ships's exit, waiting for The Silent Shadow's autopilot to land it. As he stood there he sliced into his ships systems and linked them to his datapad, he had a BAD feeling.

 

[Marth]

Marth sat in the dropship, waiting for the order to go down and see what was on the station. His E-11 Blaster Rifle sat on top of his knees, safety mechanism engaged to ensure he didn't shoot the next member of the drop team to come through the doors. He took a breath and tried to attune the force.. Nothing. The Umbaran let out a sigh, leaning back against the chair of the dropship. Along with his rifle he also carried his lightsabre, clipped to the back of his belt. Not that it would come in much use without the force, but at least he'd have a weapon if his gun was lost.

This drop mission was his first. He had been waiting for a fight to partake in since he joined. Now was his chance. He tapped the body of his gun, looking up at the ceiling, into the dim lights. As the drop team gathered he pulled down his seat belt. He heard these dropships could take you on a bumpy ride..

 

[Azrael Asura]

Four of Azrael Asura's men were aboard the dropship, guns held nervously, waiting to arrive at the mysterious station. In the midst of them was the devil's 'love' herself: Everyn Diaago, an advanced HRD who often gave out commands for the De'Nochsax. One of her hands was wrapped around a single silver hilt... a lightsaber. Perhaps one that her master had let her borrow. Or maybe one she had taken from his offices when he vanished. That, and many other details, didn't really matter. Not at the moment. What mattered was collecting parts to fix the engine. Otherwise they'd be here for a very, very long time. Long enough that they could miss Master's return! Just the thought of that sent a shiver down Everyn's spine. Or at least it would have if she was an actual human. Instead her processing unit 'felt' a twinge of concern. It was her companions, a Barabel, two Trandoshans, and one Vidvhansaka, that seemed to shake. They felt lost without the looming threat of Azrael hanging over them.
Everyn was going to have to prove that she was just as capable as he was... It frustrated her.

 

[Arage Bao]

~Chiloon Rift~​

It was an accesspoint, a median from here to there. What that there was had been a point of large discussion between the two souls within it, they hadn’t known, not yet at the very least, not when it had just started out. But that was the thing about having unlimited time, about being able to prolong your life towards the endless.​

You had all the time in the world to figure it out.​

Later, far later, when she left this world he had stayed and kept theorizing, until he finally realized that the access point itself was simply a metaphysical thing. The actual physical component was not necessary for the realm’s function, it was simply… the first initiation round, one could say.​

Once you are familiar with the median, you could manipulate it in ways… well let’s just say Merrill would have been astonished. ​

Somewhere he felt it, new arrivals, visitors. ​

A pleasant grin spread over his lips, he hadn’t had visitors in a long time.​

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[OOC/ Asked permission from the FO to join!]​

 

[Talos Rygat]

Planted firmly, two feet on the deck, Legion stood aboard the shuttle with Catalys' men and a few others. They were to investigate the station while the crew desperately tried to fix the ship. Newly returned from his victory over the planet Dubrillion, where he is now reveared as a God to the people, he was here to spread the word of the God Talos.

With a pair of his 'Priests' by his side, Legion awaited take-off for the mission to begin.

[member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Silently and alone she stood in the back of the shuttle that was heading toward the space station. She had just returned from the Rift and was in possession of a mysterious power, and a over sense love for Akala. She couldn't explain this fascination with the entity but it was there none the less. And she couldn't explain this power as well. It seemed her voice could transport others to and from the Rift, so to take precautions from speaking she fastened around her face a metal face plate that fit snug over her mouth preventing her lips from moving. Even speaking alone would send her back. Upon her return, her friend Kieran "Tag" Merrik had tried to speak to her and she waved his words away. She felt guilty doing that but after she explained to him via a datapad, he understood at once.

In the distance she heard footsteps moving toward her, the sounds making her nervous. She thought Tag had made it clear to the others that she was not to be disturbed. But it was Tag that had shown up, a small frown on his lips and worry shown in his eyes. "Hi CJ. I came here to let you know the shuttle will be docking with the space station in ten minutes." She patted him on the shoulder and nodded her head in understanding. "I'll remain here with you until we arrive. Sorry. I don't mean to be a chatterbox. Shutting up now." She tried to smile but the mask had prevented that. So in her mind, she gave him the biggest smile ever.


NPC

Kieran "Tag" Merrik

 

[Catalys Maijora]

The ship landed into the large protected hanger. Although power was operational, several of the lights were out -- it didn't seem for any critical reason, as if someone did it for unusual reasons. The landing ramp on the dropship fell and out came Catalys, hopefully with his fellow passengers just behind him.

"Let's secure the station. There's ought to be a storage area for starship parts.", he said over comm for anyone on their channels to hear. Suddenly the sound of metal clanking on the floor could be heard. Their armour wasn't known to have nightvision but luckily Umbarans saw well in the dark, even through the HUD. The agent turned in the direction of the sound only to see a plasma torch laying on the ground. If it wasn't obvious then, it is now...

Catalys looked to the others, "We're not alone. Be careful, they might not just be miners.", he announced.

With that he drew his weapon and walked towards the entrance into the station.

[member="Tyro'din"] [member="Darth Legion"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Jared Ovmar"] [member="Azrael Asura"]

 

[Talos Rygat]

"Keep close Priests...We are going this way...Catalys, We go South..."

Legion and the Sephi Priests moved towards the Southern hallways of the station. They had rifles raised and were scanning the halls, while Legion walked between them, searching with the Force, although his connection was a shotty as his his ascension to God-hood. The blasted event that wiped the boards and sent trillions to some other place outside the known 'verse.

"Lord Legion, there's movement ahead. Eyes up."

Legion nodded and pulled his staff in front of him in an offensive position. He prepared for a fight. He sought to surge the Force into his staff to empower it. He knew the last time he tried a few things, they turned out different than expected, but maybe this time it would work right.

([member="Thurion Heavenshield"] I'm using Force Weapon on my staff.)

 

[Thurion Heavenshield]

Legion nodded and pulled his staff in front of him in an offensive position. He prepared for a fight. He sought to surge the Force into his staff to empower it. He knew the last time he tried a few things, they turned out different than expected, but maybe this time it would work right.

*The staff would seem to function properly upon inspection, only now with the side effect of doing to its wielder what he intended to do to others. Were he to hit someone with it, he would feel the pain of the blow and his enemies feel nothing.*

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Secure Space Station​

Location: Chiloon​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

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The shuttle slowly approached the space station until it had lined up it's docking doors to the stations, then with a small hiss a protective cover extended from the shuttle to the station; connecting it together. Together they exited the shuttle and entered the station from a different section from the others. If there was to be resistance to their uninvited arrival, it would be best to fight on two fronts rather than be forced to fight on the enemy's terms. Also, this gave the expedition team a wider berth to seek out the replacement parts for the energy. The Vahla looked around the empty area wondering where most of the crew was. A station this size would almost without a doubt have a full compliment of workers to keep it up and running.

From her right side she saw Tag release the snap on his pistol's holster. "Precautions," he said directing the barrel of his E-41r blaster rifle out in from of him. Following suit, she withdrew the hilt from her side and held it tight. An eerie and unsettling feeling was washing over her. Something was amiss on this station but even with the Force reclaimed by her, it was fuzzy and unpredictable to use.

They walked down several yards until they reached a door on their left. "I'll enter first," Tag said pushing the button on the control panel. She stood there ready to activate her weapon at the first sign off trouble only to hear Tag's voice from inside. "CJ, you need to see this." She entered the room and saw at least ten bodies in various states of death, most looked to be chewed on. Crouching down next to one to examine the wounds, she noticed this body had teeth marks left behind from where flesh had be torn away. Not animal teeth marks. Judging by the pattern of the bite radius only one thing could have tore chunks from the body, humans.

 

[Marth]

Marth unclipped his belt, quickly standing and following the group out into the dock. There had to be some spaceship parts around here somewhere. If not, they could be there for some time. The doors opened and he moved out, looking around the dark armoured hangar. He smiled lightly as he realized that he could see perfectly fine, unlike some of the others, who may have a little trouble. He listened as the metal clanked against the floor, narrowing his eyes, flicking them about in various directions. The Umbaran slowly flicked off the safety off his rifle, still pointing the barrel down, before moving over to Catalys. "All the others seem to have moved out, better not to go alone eh..?" He said with the slight hint of nervousness in his tone. He shook his head, dispersing the feeling.

[member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Kitsune]

Kitsune was bored with snuk. She thought to herself. Who the hell is snuk? A figment of my imagination? Perhaps its just the disruption of the Force.

Shaking off the name snuk from her mind, Kitsune arose from her seat and stated, "Slow the ship."

From this distance, she felt a disturbance in the Force. It was not murky and vague like the chaotic noise of the galaxy, but complete and clear dissonance. That's a first. Kitsune thought to herself.

The ship idly stood outside the range of the Space Station while Kitsune pondered. "Alright, proceed with standard docking procedures."

 

[Catalys Maijora]

There was something else afoot but the agent wasn't sent to investigate; no he was here to get the parts and that's it. Looking back to the nervous-sounding Umbaran, "Stick with me then.", he remarked. He didn't mind that they were uncertain -- it didn't make them a coward,it made them instinctive. For Catalys he was never one to have such fears but that didn't mean he was never afraid. The agent always looked out for his own neck before that of others, generally. He feared for himself.

Continuing down the dark halls he navigated, trying to find a sing of anything -- of something. "What do you figure's going on here?", he asked. Maybe his new follower will have some insight. Turning his head, the agent noticed a closed door. Pressing a small keyboard the sliding door slid open revealing a medical bay. Most stations out here were intended to be as self-sufficient as possible, no one knew how long it would take for supplies to get there and with threats like piracy and space anomalies just about anything could happen.

Walking into the room, the first notable display was a dead body sprawled out over a medical table.

[member="Marth "] [member="Azrael Asura"] [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] [member="Kitsune"] [member="Jared Ovmar"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Objective: Secure Space Station​

Location: Chiloon​

NPC: Kieran "Tag" Merrik​

Allies: [member="Catalys Maijora"]​

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With the discovery of the half-eaten and mutilated corpses of the crew, the mission that seemed simple at first took a turn for the worse. What or who did that? The Vahla was unsure what they were dealing with and she wondered if the other parties stumbled across something as horrific as well. They were not alone, this much she could sense. From one nightmare to another. One thing was for certain, they needed to find the parts quickly and return to the shuttle. Once the high command heard of this they would react accordingly by sending in a force to deal with...what exactly?

Tag nodded his head to the right, another opened door, and shrugged his shoulders. Taking the lead she entered the room which appeared to be some sort of meeting room by the looks of the huge metal table in the centre and the several knocked over chairs around it. She heard a shuffling sound and ignited her weapon, the yellow blade sizzling in the air, and slowly moved to the far end of the table. A wounded man covered in blood was lying there with his staring eyes fixed on her. Tag rushed over to them and said, "He's barely alive but those wounds are beyond healing." Her companion crouched down next to the man and after some hushed exchanged words she saw the man's body go stiff.

"He's dead. But CJ, we have a major problem on our hands," he announced looking up at her, "According to the dead scientist they have unleashed a virus by accident in the lab and it infected the most of the crew turning them into some sort of abomination. His last words he said to me was 'get out now before they come for you'."

From outside the room the duo heard a snarling noise followed by the sounds of wet thumping on the station's floor....

 

[Marth]

Marth let out a small sigh, not wanting to sound scared of one of his first missions. It would hardly be a good first impression if his leader thought he was a coward.. He nodded in reply to Catalys, trying his best to keep fear out of his voice, "Will do." The leader seemed alright. He had barely spoken to him but from what he had gathered so far he figured that the leader was brave and confident. All great qualities for someone in his position.

As the two swept down the dark corridor, Marth chewed the inside of his mouth, his eyes flicking from side to side, waiting for some large, hulking monster to burst through one of the walls and eat them alive. He shook his head quickly, banishing the thought. This wasn't the time to be thinking about dying..

The Umbaran shook his head in response to Catalys question, " 'fraid no-" He was cut off at the sight of the dead body. Marth grimaced, "Well.. This might tell us something.." He said, pulling up the barrel of his gun before slowly walking into the med bay.

[member="Catalys Maijora"]

 

[Eun]

A privateer-class frigate appeared out of hyperspace. The transponder code if pinged would read the Pariah II a ship perhaps unknown to the Primeval, but of repute among the native miners of Chiloon Rift. She was a pirate vessel, one whose captain preferred to take ships alive and unharmed, then distribute the profits of some distant corporate executive among those in need.

Katya Shorn's blue eyes were like twin ponds of frigid water, calm on the surface, but with lethal depths. She stared at the Deliverance-class Heavy Cruiser intruding on the Chiloon Rift, a place that had been her home for more than a decade. This was where she had spent her childhood and she would be damned if she saw it fall into the hands of these malfeasant scum. Yeah, she'd heard about their exploits elsewhere, slaughtering the inhabits of entire planets in some foolhardy campaign for galactic dominion. They ruled through fear and murder. And they deserved to die.

"Activate the gravity wells and deploy our fighter contingent."

"Aye, Captain," replied the first mate, Jan, who quickly relayed her message.

Within moments the two gravity well projectors of the frigate were online, preventing any vessel in the vicinity from jumping to hyperspace.

"What's the status of that Deliverance-class, why isn't it moving?"

"We're not sure. Sensor scans are inconclusive, we'll need more time."

Katya folded her arms across her beskar'gam. So was the ship dead in the water, or merely conserving fuel? "Helm, bring us toward that incoming Theta-class shuttle."

The exceptionally nimble frigate quickly swung toward the shuttle that was steadily approaching the Space Station.

"Activate our tractor beams on the Theta-class and hail the Deliverance."

A second later the frigate's two tractor beams attempted to lock onto the Theta, while a communications line was sent to the Deliverance Heavy Cruiser.


[member="Kitsune"] | [member="Catalys Maijora"] | [member="Marth "]| [member="Jared Ovmar"] | [member="Ciara Jevnaker"] | [member="Darth Legion"] | [member="Tyro'din"] | [member="Azrael Asura"]

OOC Notes:
Gravity Wells Active, Hyperspace Jumps Are Impossible in the Vicinity of the Space Station.

Got permission from the FO to join.

Privateer-class:
36 Fighters (Deployed, Not Engaged)
8 Assault Shuttles/Boarding Pods (Undeployed, Hangar)
4 Gunships (Deployed, Not Engaged)

 

[Talos Rygat]

Legion marched forward and felt the presence of individuals ahead. From the end of the hall, a person popped out and took a pot shot. The Sephi scatter to the wall and returned fire. Legion ran forward and slammed his staff into the arm of the attacker. The arms shot down but he didn't cry in pain, it was Legion who felt it. His wrists throbbed like he'd been the one hit. He kicked out and sent the man flying.

The Sephi charged behind Legion and they fired on the man, killing him. Legion turned and found more men behind a corner. Legion sent out a swipe at the first fighter. It connected with the leg, but he felt its blow instead. Confused he tossed the weapon aside. Hand to hand it would be. He'd grown in strength over the years and his skill in battle had advanced.

"Attack!" The men cried. And his Sephi replied in kind.

 

[Kitsune]

Staying alive, staying alive ah ah ah ah, staying alive, staying alive. Kitsune thought to herself, and unknowingly projecting the catchy tune via the Force. The stereotypical "Force scream" turned into a fun telepathic message which projected itself through the ship and the system.

Before the ship could fully enter the hangar bay of the station, the ship instantly shuttered as two tractor beams were activated upon its body, slowly reversing in its motion. The landing ramp of the Theta-class Shuttle opened and Kitsune and her four bodyguards leaped into the hangar bay and watched as the ship slowly was tractored by the frigate.

How the hell is a frigate faster than a shuttle that goes 2000 km/h? Well, we do live in strange times...

Kitsune quickly sprinted across the hangar bay and into the interior of the ship, hoping to locate some weapon systems to activate and fire upon this very rude frigateer.