The Depths [Republic Exiles]

[Tatsu]

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| PENDING LOG ENTRY 11-A0F |​

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| ERROR! COULD NOT OPEN LOG DUE TO CORRUPTION OF FILE |​

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Location: Refugee Class Carrier | Personal Quarters

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"Hm."

Tatsu was seated all by his lonesome, his right hand gloved and resting against the side of his jaw as he slouched in his chair. His brow furrowed slightly as he closed his eyes briefly, sighing as he rubbed at an itch in his right eye. The stress of the Republic trying to find its footing in the galaxy was overwhelming. Much has happened in such a short span of time, and Tatsu felt a sense of guilt in the mix of it all. His efforts were bearing minimal success, and the military body itself was still scattered and lamed by prior detriment and the cruelty of others among the stars.

"Let's see..."

Tatsu pulled himself up from his slouched position and tried to tamper with the unknown, corrupted data log. After attempting a diagnostic to determine what could be recovered, a strange glitch flickered over the holoscreen. Tatsu shook his head in great confusion, blinking a few times before furthering his work. He could have sworn he saw something that looked like a face, yet he couldn't be positive. Suddenly, it happened again, but now much more defined. Instead it was a message. "HELP ME."

A loud screech violated Tatsu's ears, a startled shout escaped him as he fell out of his chair, yet his eyes never once left the screen. There the image stayed, flickering twice before the entire holoscreen shut down seemingly on its own. No restart, no low-power mode to initiate a damage assessment, nothing. Dead.

Picking himself up from the floor, Tatsu swallowed hard, awestruck and admittedly a tad startled. Nothing like that had ever happened to him, but he needed to understand what he just saw and where exactly it was broadcast from. The holoscreen began to boot itself back online, yet oddly it now had access to the data log Tatsu had been trying to repair. It now displayed a set of coordinates that reached far out beyond the Outer Rim, bordering on the unknown regions of space. Now determined, Tatsu walked forward, placing his index finger on the coordinates and mapping a course.

He stood staring at the screen for a moment before turning and equipping himself with a heavily modified variant of his typical combat gear. His senses came alive with a searing burn coursing through his veins and nerves as his cybernetics activated. A look of discomfort twisted his face briefly as his body adjusted. "Help me."

Remembering the horror aboard the refugee vessel, Tatsu thought about how all those people died. He couldn't allow a similar circumstance to go unchecked, he refused to let anyone else come under distress. Not if he could do anything about it. Placing his helmet over his head, he exited his quarters and made way for the hangar to find an available shuttle.

The holoscreen in Tatsu's room came alive once again, this time with a distorted image of strange runes flashing in a sequence before powering down again.

 

[Gaia Sunaris Cadera]

Eleutheria stared at the holoscreen in her small apartment on Fondor. Boxes of packed items were scattered across the floor. The only thing left was the screen & the couch. She'd already packed her family up and off to the new Republic homeworld. It turned out that getting more involved with Cedric, training, and doing side 'quests' was turning out to give her more power than her waitress gigs.

Either way, Ellie wasn't quite sure what to do with herself in the near empty apartment as she sipped her tea. The screen flickering with various news from across the galaxy - such as the ongoing conflict between the Outer Rim Coalition and the Sith Empire. She hoped ORC blasted the dirty Siths - more so than she ever thought possible. Her opinion had basically been concreted after she had spoken and trained some with Cedric. The Sith were unnatural. Wrong.

She stretched, her hair white and bunned from a long day. A black shirt, a denim jacket, and jeans adorned her frame. Ellie was nearly about to fall asleep before the screen began to distort randomly. It faded in and out before a single message appeared:

"HELP ME."

Ellie gasped as she stood up. If it wasn't for the sudden screeching of the holoscreen, she'd probably would have finished her tea. Sadly for her, the tea landed on the ground as the cup shattered. Coordinates appeared soon after and Ellie practically bolted to grab her datapad and write it down. And man, did she write it down right in time.

And suddenly, it all stopped. Then strange runes flashed. She perked a brow. But she knew what she had to do anyway. She threw some clothes into her backpack, and bolted. Purchasing the ticket to the system was easy enough. She stared at her datapad as she messaged some connections - who else had heard about this? It didn't' seem like everyone got it.

[member="Tatsu"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Tatsu"] [member="Eleutheria Overjerr"]

Space
Tatsu's Vessel
Classified Unit
Classified Time

Wherever there was smoke fire was sure to follow. After coming out of cryo and a brief jaunt through space he was fully fired up. Delta and his squad had participated in a dozen small raids, skirmishes and otherwise black ops across the frontier worlds of where exiles roamed. Sometimes they knocked off a government through subterfuge and psychological operations.

Other times they sprung high value prisoners from barges and sold them back to get the fleet some fuel.

Either way they had developed a kind of shorthand with Tatsu and his Cybernetic Commandos. They were peas from different pods, but still peas.

Four Phase III armored clones stepped onto the deck. Fox, Shadow, Knives and last Delta. They were indistinguishable except for their roster number painted on their left pauldrons. Some could even swear they all walked different.

He begged to disagree. Only the squad knew what happened within their own ranks and who was really who. Part of the glory of program.

He hefted his DC-19 Stealth Carbine over his shoulder and nodded to Tatsu.

"Heard we got a situation Chief. Any intel?"