Private The Fault In These Stars

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Walk the Beat
Immediate Goals -

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Nisha Skaiyr

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On the fringes of the newly minted Sith Space, a lone Munificent-class cruised through just outside of the invisible borders of the Kainate in the contested space beyond. This was not a new routine to the sole living member aboard the SIBC Conciliator, having been granted a Letter of Marque and Captaincy of the vessel for "asset collection". Largely, the Conciliator acted at the discretion of the SIBC and mostly Darth Xyrah , the Golden Prince, often harrying corporations and pirate havens that either had contraband or owed the SIBC money. Lately, they had cut their teeth on Yavin IV, where Trayze had broken his body against the two most powerful Jedi the Order had to offer. His command chair had accommodated his still recovering form, as his irises, no longer burgundy but blood crimson, still processed the energy exerted from his battle with the Shield of the Jedi. Against his cousin Malum's, and the Medic Droid's insistence, he continued his silent duty like nothing had happened.

But everything changed.

There were talks of a battlefield knighting for surviving, for that what it truly was at the end of the day - a battle for survival, but he had turned it down. Unleashing his rage, he knew now he didn't control it, and a broken lightsaber and seared body was all he had to show for the power he had displayed. But even now in his recovery, he felt his powers grow and ebb to their new limits, where once was mere postcognition endemic within the Kiffar species, he now began to grasp the flaming strands of something else entirely. It was this new strand of power, in conjunction with intel of some strange happenings in Hyperspace that drew him here.

While his tactical droids bickered back and forth with the G5 Astromech over the exact parameters of Hyperspace manipulation, Trayze Tesar, alleged Knight of the Sith, Lieutenant Inspector of the Jutrand Police Commissionerate, and Scion of the Ancient and Illustrious House of Marr ignored the robotic chatter and protests in regards to them being within "empty space". For beyond the hum of fluorescent light, Trayze peered beyond his closed eyelids into the empty space.

"Something's coming." He ominously warned. "Someone is returning."

 

[Nisha Skaiyr]

Current Mission - Survive Reentry
Immediate Goals - Determine Casualties. Establish timeline of events. Make contact.
Allies - None.
Enemies - None. Yet.

Persons of Interest - Trayze Tesar

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Nisha Skaiyr did not understand hyperspace. She observed that this, at least, did not mark her as particularly ignorant; the average galactic citizen was unable to provide her with a more compelling or complete model than her own spiritual musings.

As such, the warnings of this ship's engineers - that this hyperdrive was damaged, that as such hyperspace travel was dangerous and unpredictable - were received with what might generously be called a blasé attitude. Of course it was dangerous and unpredictable. Navigating a river with a damaged boat was always dangerous and unpredictable. The alternative was to spend months star-sailing to their destination, and so, dangers be damned, the crew would make the jump.

Decades would pass in the days after Nisha delivered this order.

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A few hundred meters from the Conciliator, the void shrieked to life. A ramshackle freighter shuddered back into phase with realspace, but something was wrong - the craft re-entered realspace shakily, quite literally shuddering as it drifted to a halt, a fraction of the craft's hyperspace momentum returning with it.

A few seconds passed, and the Conciliator received a request for parley.

<<...What do you mean, we can't ID them? Ahem - This is Captain Peleps of the O.R.C. vessel White Peregrine, requesting aid and - identification. Our ship made a jump with a damaged drive, and we aren't sure where we are anymore - our map readings aren't making any sense. Obliged, and over.>>

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Walk the Beat
Immediate Goals -
1: Tag and Bag.
1.1: Ascertain injured personnel, and treat them.
1.2: Ascertain origin and intent of vessel.

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S): Nisha Skaiyr

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It seemed that neither party knew of one another, and once more there was discussion between Trayze's two Tactical Droids on the right course of action. His more aggressive commander of ground elements insisted on an immediate and relentless boarding action, as the code was over half a century outdated, and they were simply smugglers who tried a different Hyperspace jump and lost. Trayze's naval commander, however, advised caution, and the two would arrange for an "armed welcome", in case the crew of the White Peregrine had more strength than they let on.

Trayze heard them both, but his mind was elsewhere, focusing and sifting through the vessel itself. It was old, genuine article, and at least one aboard was a Dark-Sider of note, for not just anyone had access to alchemical blades.

"Received, White Peregrine," he broke the silence, a voice still rasping from injury, but refusing to show weakness or admit defeat. "This is Trayze Tesar, Cap'n of the SIBC Conciliator, we have received your frequency an' are preparin' a medivac for any injured crewmembers. Stand by for tractor beam, over." With that, he stood from the command chair, beginning to hobble and commanding his other two droid assistants to ready a welcome party, and to patch the frequency to his personal comlink so that despite his hobbling, he would still be in communications. If you wanted something done right, you have to do it yourself.

"Yer a long way from yer side of the Rim, Cap'n Pelops... 'less you were 'eaded ta' Jutrand." He continued, allowing his rural speech to perhaps put the would be smuggler at ease. He knew, if the Force User was connected with the crew member, she would inform him of his true nature, but a white lie of allowing them to think he was "merely" a border patrol captain should suffice. "What brings y'all out near Korriban? Or did ya get turned around?"

 

[Nisha Skaiyr]

Current Mission - Parley
Immediate Goals - Avoid death and taxes. Get repairs and medical treatment.
Allies - None.
Enemies - None. Yet.
Persons of Interest - Trayze Tesar

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The crew of the White Peregrine broke out into worried chatter as the crackle of the ship's comms died down. The SIBC? Korriban? This was trouble. The Sith were always trouble. The chatter, therefore, turned to solutions. Fleeing? With a damaged hyperdrive, they'd have to rely on sublight travel for too long to be feasible. Fighting the Conciliator was, it was quickly decided, out of the question. No one aboard was feeling particularly suicidal.

A few moments of deliberation on the part of the crew later, and the Peregrine responded. The voice that came back was different - a girl, this time. Nervous. Couldn't have been older than 16.

<<Um. Hi. This is, uh. Alessandra. I'm the - the engineer here. Captain Peleps and our security officer are getting ready to meet you. We've got, two wounded, our comms officer and our medic. Not life threatening, we don't think We were picking up deat- medical supplies near Zonju V when pirates tagged us. Hit our hyperdrive, but we jumped anyway. You, um - you're sure we're near Korriban? You'd be awfully close to Silver Jedi territory.>>

Meanwhile, in the Peregrine's cargo bay, a tall, gray skinned woman huffed through a respirator, her one good eye staring daggers into the freighter's portly captain. She rolled a tiny statue between her fingers - a dog, or something close, at least, carved from bone and accented with cherry red paint.

"Talking's a waste of time."

"Think you can fight 'em all at once, girl?" Captain Peleps, cleary unimpressed, lit a deathstick and shoved it beneath his mustache.

"I can take the leader's head. The rest will -"

"Paint the Peregrine with our brains? Yeah, reckon they will. We talk, Nisha."

The gray woman had no response. She just huffed again, and the two waited for the Conciliator's tractor beam to pull their craft into a hangar.

 

[Trayze Tesar]

CURRENT MISSION - Just the Two Of Us…
Immediate Goals -

BLUFOR - N/A

OPFOR - Enemy Unknown

TARGETING ACTION(S) - Nisha Skaiyr

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"Rest assured Miz Alessandra." Trayze allowed his folksy politeness to continue. "Yer folks'll be patched up right quick." The tractor beam already gently slung invisible grasp around the White Peregrine, bringing her to the hangar closest to the medical bay. The Kiffar intended to make good on his promise, and they were in no position to protest. "Yer on the end of the Daragon Trail," Trayze continued. "Any further an' you'd be in orbit of Korribaan!"

He, of course, omitted the absentia of both the Silver Jedi, and the subsequent Ashlan Crusaders who previously occupied the area. He would have snarked that the medic wasn't very up to date on history and current affairs... if he himself had been any more informed than the smugglers.

All that he knew was that Korriban was theirs, and under Carnifex, with him as a lowly asset collector.

"Where were ya headed with them... "medical supplies"?" He inquired further, playing along with the poor girl's story.