The Edge Falls

[Lina Ovmar]

"Thank you for the clarification." she replied sarcastically to the nautolan before seizing Aedans' wrist, the force coiling around the rest of him to lift him from the ground. "I was under the illusion you would be able to take him from me." Mia tucked the licence away, fighting back the urge to spit in the Sith's face. Like she needed his permission for anything. She did nothing to hide her hate, nothing to hide her desire to remove his head. She could feel her native language dancing along the edge of her tongue, longing to hurl insults at him. Rationality kept her quiet, kept her from attacking.

With one last hate filled look at the pair, she pulled her quarry over the construction site, not caring if her grazed the ground or his head caught objects they passed. Now, she just needed to steal a ship, and find [member="Ember Rekali"]. The latter was the hardest task, she'd come to the conclusion that you didn't find Ember, unless Ember wanted you to find him. If there was any mandalorian capable of handling the fact that she was no longer among the dead, it would be him. Still, she needed a plan and right now she was making things up as she went along.

Less than an hour of dragging Aedan through the city, waving bounty papers at any who stopped her, she reached the spaceport. Pulling him into a corner she propped him up against a wall and crouched before him. Wrapping her will around him so he couldn't move she slapped him. "Wake up." she growled.

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Darth Janus"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Nomad Crimson"]

 

[Caulder Dune]

[member="Darth Carach"]

"What a positively charming young woman." Tyrin commented as he watched her leave, not at all short of his usual sarcasm.

While he might not have noticed the whole Mandalorian heritage, he did have a good sense of the raw hatred emanating from the woman. If that fury got any more intense, steam probably would have started coming out of her ears. And then Coruscant's sun would go supernova, along with every other sun in the core worlds. In hindsight, Tyrin should have asked for more paperwork, just to see what she'd do.

That ship had sailed, though. It was time to focus on more important things, now that the Nautolan had exited in a similar manner.

Tyrin looked back towards Carach. "Now then, you mentioned a coffee establishment?"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan suddenly jolted awake his head snapping to the side before he blinked once and froze feeling the presence it was so familiar but it kept him still turning his gaze on the woman he just stared his eyes distracted as he muttered lightly. "Can I help you and why am I cuffed." He looked around his surroundings trying to find a way to gather himself and fight back but he couldn't the woman was surprisingly strong.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

There was a fire burning in Mia's eyes as she surveyed her prisoner, her head tilted slightly. "Because you are a traitor." She said softly, coming to her feet, she pulled Aedan up with her, pinning him to the wall with the force, fire still glittering in her eyes. "I should kill you. That's the price treason bears in my eyes, but you Aedan, you are naive and stupid." She released her grip on him, eyes flicking at their surroundings briefly before settling her grey eyes back on him, the fire settled somewhat.

"I don't believe you could commit a well educated act of treason, and I'm pretty sure Rekali believes the same. So we're going to him. And you're not going to argue with me Rally Master." She moved close to him, the fire igniting in her eyes again. "Are you?"

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan sighs as he hears the woman and nods his head muttering lightly to the woman. "That is why you came. Yea I will go with you I was going to turn myself in I have to answer for what I did. Even if it merely means officially I lose everything and am told to leave." He let his head fall back as he sighed a bit and shrugged. "If you need a ship I have a transport here that you can use. It is an old Arcturus-class gunship so you can pilot it alone." He gives a quick nod down the space port they where in sense his ship was docked here. [member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Sovereign]

Location: Coruscant
Mission: Training/ Survey of One Sith's Occupation
Allies: Lord Havok


It had been nearly a month since Sovereign's assignment on Nar Shaddaa, the young apprentice still had much to learn but had proven his worth and commitment to the teachings of his master. Lord Havok had been impressed with the progress of his apprentice, his nephew was a prodigy to the long line of Sith that stemmed from the Dicidius Legacy. It was time to teach his apprentice 'his' ideals and beliefs, to do so he would have his apprentice survey Coruscant and show him the pros and cons the One Sith held compared to the Order of Sith Lords. Lord Havok being a influential Sith Lord held many contacts within the One Sith and formerly worked hand in hand with the organization until his disgust for the organization reached it's zenith.

Sovereign, the young apprentice of Lord Havok, held his own views on the politics of the Sith and viewed his master's distain as 'misplaced'. It was true that Darth Bane's belief in a 'Rule of Two' led to the toppling of the galaxy, however it was not without it's flaws as well. One Sith had proven their will to survive after the fall of Darth Krayt and their eventual return to power, in his mind they too held their own merits that rivaled much of the Order of Sith Lords. It was possible Havok's distain stemmed from the jealously of power the One Sith held that Lord Havok did not. This was Sovereign's belief, however it would never reach the ears of his master lest he be cast aside before he could ever assume the mantle of Sith Lord.

The young apprentice stood at the border of the construction site of the Imperial Palace, it was with great awe that he gazed upon the ruins of the former palace, "Such history..." As Sovereign glanced at the marvel, Lord Havok approached from behind only to rest his hand on the shoulder of his apprentice, "It seems they are rebuilding the palace, no doubt for the new reigning Dark Lord."

 

[Darth Banshee]

Darth Banshee was out cold, but her security commanders had problem of a Jedi master of some sort, moving about the station. They had try and corner him, how was the problem. They keep getting sensor glitches, which say where he might be. Though getting their on time, was proving to be impossible. They had few options, the main one was get all the crew quarters and seal them in. Then try purge the rest of the station, though this was not good idea, as anti matter need to be kept eye on.

So they brought in chief of engineering, and asked him what they could do to track the man down. He pondered for moment, and then came up with a plan Well I would close each section down, and search it on mass. Once it has been searched, we dead lock it. So until you give the all clear, no one gets in or out that area. The security chief replied That would take hours to do, if not all day. The engineer looked at him, and replied simply Yes, but you guaranteed to corner him eventually.

[member="Ember Rekali"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Darth Banshee"]

Ember took a nap.

Little nap, nothing major, just a matter of recharging, unstringing the bow. Not the most comfortable spot, but he'd spent fifteen years fighting a jungle war; he knew uncomfortable. Intimately. In the subfloor, with maybe eighteen inches of vertical space to work with, sandwiched between bulkheads rated to slow antimatter explosions (and, incidentally, pretty much sensor-opaque), he tied off the wisps of his immersion cloak. Fallanassi illusion could be made permanent or semi-permanent, and he went for the latter, the work of a moment's thought, just enough to keep himself hidden while he slept. Decades of campaigns let him wake when necessary; he relied on his instincts, and they had nothing to do with the Force.

Forty minutes took the edge off. Thus far, only a tiny fraction of the station had been searched, but there'd been risk. He took a leak on the tight-welded bulkhead that served as his floor, popped a couple of protein pills from the membrane beneath his left arm -- not in that order -- and began crawling quietly through the subfloor. He'd wound up quite close to the bottom of the station; his knees still ached from the fall. A little creative bladework put him inside a closet of space suits at one of the many, many evacuation points. He didn't know, couldn't know yet, about the mass measurement tactic, but Banshee's people had made it very clear that they could interdict every major part of the station's interior with energy shields. In here, they had all the advantages, and every move he made was very, very slow. Untenable situation for certain.

Now came the tricky part.

Tricky part number one was getting into the space suit inside the locker. That took some doing, but Mandalorians trained to don their armour in close confines, and this wasn't totally dissimilar. Tricky part number two...

For the first time since his big jump at the surface facility -- well, no, he'd ripped open that blast door, hadn't he -- Ember genuinely exerted himself. Illusions of the Fallanassi kind could create fully realistic fleets from hundreds of kilometres away, maybe more. Such things were not in his skillset; his powers of White Current were smaller by several orders of magnitude. Rather than make many small sensors contacts and flickers of motion, as he'd done before, he focused (in his closet) on one little thing, the nearest of the tens of thousands of escape pods that dotted the surface of the station. The escape pod comprised many functions, including its own self-contained breach sensors for both pressure and door integrity, as well as a direct link to station command that would report any major change in status. He couldn't affect the pod without someone noticing.

Normally he spent his White Current time on personal stealth or distractions; only rarely did he make an illusion this comprehensive. It took him a good while, five minutes or so. The illusion made the pod look exactly the same as it ever had, right down to hardline status indicators. Nothing had changed about the pod, at least not yet.

Cloaking himself from sight, he steeled his nerves and stepped out of the closet, knowing that, at any point, a ysalamir bubble might overlap with his position. His space-suited fingers touched the hatch, and the pod cycled open.

Invisibly.

The man in the space suit got into the pod, closed the door behind him, and cut through the viewport at the other end. He cut the durable glasteel in most of a circle, about three hundred fifty degrees. The excess heat rendered the last ten degrees pliable, and when he braced himself and planted his boot against the centre of the circle, the last connection bent readily. "Boyardee, boyardee," he muttered to himself.

A puff of frozen air, its water vapor turning to snow, rushed out around him. Up there in the control center, far out of the line of sight for this (it'd get reported, people were on edge, he had only minutes), no alarm went off, no status update changed for the pod. Setting his feet against the inside of the hatch, he leaped.

Physical enhancement was his other specialty; he could jump, with windup and a clear head, about fifty metres straight up if necessary. But gravity was going to cease to be an issue a fraction of a second after he jumped out the nose of the escape pod. If his mental calculations were right, and he didn't feel like finding a notepad, that translated to about thirty-three metres per second of initial velocity -- around two thousand metres per minute -- around a hundred eighty kilometres per hour.

Absolutely insanely fast. He must have gotten the numbers wrong. Must have.

Well, regardless, he was moving very, very fast when he exited the pod under a White Current cloak that hid him from sight, Force, and sensor. In due course, arrangements could be made; he'd float through the cloaking bubble of the Coronet, and the little ship would disappear into Coruscant's massive traffic or hyperspace itself.

Banshee's security had foiled him, and after this much exertion he wouldn't have much energy left if any. Paranoia had won the day. Frankly, when it came to infiltration, survival itself was a victory.

OOC/ [member="Darth Banshee"], thanks for playing along, hope you had fun.

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia regarded Aedan with something akin to pity. He was so much like a scalded pup, submitting in an instance before its master, tail between its legs. She shook her head slightly and removed the cuffs. He was a poor excuse for a mandalorian really. "Come on." she said shoving him lightly towards the direction he'd indicated.

"We've an old friend to meet."

[member="Aedan Miles"]

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looked at her and climbed to his feet shrugging his shoulders once as he sighed he hated being captured. He started down the corridor towards the hangar that held his fighter his shoulders hunched as he finally entered the access code to the hangar standing back so Mia could see the small gunboat that was sitting inside. It suited his needs at the time and that was simply a source of travel he glanced at her and then walked into the hangar reaching out to touch the ship as he closed his eyes and focused drawing on the force as he sighed. "I don't have friends. I had some sure but I made mistakes."

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Ovmar]

Mia clicked her tongue and rolled her eyes at Aedan as she boarded the ship.

"Aedan, if you didn't have friends you would be dead. Someone clearly still cares." She began cycling through checks to get the ship moving, pointing Aedan into a seat she contacted the spaceport for clearance to leave. Aedan hadn't asked who she was, and fro that she was grateful, she didn't trust him to hold his tongue on the matter.

She said nothing more as she received clearance to leave. Joining the busy lanes of traffic to leave Coruscant, she began composing a message for [member="Ember Rekali"].


I have Aedan Miles. Please provide RV coordinates.

Public location not advisable.

-M-

[member="Aedan Miles"]

-EXIT THREAD-

 

[Cambry Owens]

OOC/Hopefully I'm not intruding.​

[member="Mia Monroe"]​

[member="Aedan Miles"]​

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Location | Coruscant- In the Lassie, gliding along in the lane immediately beside Mia.​

Objective | Originally just to leave Coruscant. He was getting nervous, and the refueling had luckily gone without a hitch. But...​

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Cambry impatiently tapped his control sticks, preferring to use manual control primarily out of boredom. The sooner he was out of Coruscant, the sooner he could stop worrying that he'd be blown up, or had his head removed, or whatever it was Sith liked to do for fun. It wasn't that he had done anything to deserve it - maybe just some smuggling and such here and there - but the Mando'ade armor that normally adorned him was enough to paint a target. Which is why he was only in the flightsuit and the bare minimum - his helmet and the like was stored just offhand in a concealed compartment.​

So that was it. A few minutes, he'd be out of Coruscant and-​

A beeping from the console, specifically a large, cobbled-together addition, interrupted his train of thought. A small green alert flashed along it's lights, making the young pilot raise an eyebrow. This addition was a communication interceptor, one that had rarely worked before. He had received it for work when the Snivvian he was running parts for didn't want to pay him in Credits. Sold him the idea that this was more valuable.
Reaching over quickly (and knocking over a durasteel mug along the way) he pressed the button that would trigger the message to be displayed along his viewscreen.​

As he read it, his curiosity grew. He didn't exactly know who Aedan Miles, or "M", was. But it did sound like something of an opportunity, especially if this was bounty hunting related. Not that he made much of a habit of that, but hey; his schedule was clear.​

It took only a few moments of tapping and indecision before he turned his focus to the gunship nearby. Looked like something a bounty hunter might use, anyway. Might as well see what there was in this. Hopefully it wouldn't involve much of him dying, or anything. That'd be good.
And so he brought the Lassie about, ready to follow.​

 

[sabrina]

Darth Banshee had woken up from being stunned, it the station was still being searched. The security was also learning lessons from this, as they new they would be other attempts in the future. She how ever was know monitoring comms, looking for anything that indicated [member="Ember Rekali"] name. As it might give her lead to track him down. Though she new if she did, she would have to arrive in force. As he was one slippery customer.

 

[Cambry Owens]

Cambry lost the trail almost immediately. Kriffing Coruscant Traffic tends to do that.

He took the Lassie out of atmosphere into the flashy blackness of upper orbit, and set his hyper drive for the Outer Rim.​