The Holocron Auction Redux

[Lex-El]

The announcements came in, and Cade was glad that no one knew what he had bid on. Everyone had left him in his small private ship, that was docked inside his Pathfinder. Everyone had been away the entire time, doing the business he had required. They had been here for very important things, but he had to leave. There were many things to do, and many things to pick up. I"m going to miss dinner with @[member="Tara Lasood"] on Corscaunt, and I"m going to be very late. If ever there was a reason, well winning more artifacts than he could shake a stick at really helped sweeten the pot to him. Walking over to a console, he opened the channel to his accountants who were busy doing as he asked. "I need those documents and codes, as well as our secret factory sending the necessary data for him to receive our payments for these collectibles."

"Yes sir, they'll be there in a minute." He switched it off, and started to take his suit coat off as well as his shirt. The men wouldn't come in at all, and he was safe in the Sion, his personal ship. Pulling his glasses off, he looked down as the data pad transmitted the coordinates and what he would be taking to each site.

"I need to get my mask, my holocron, my bag of holocrons, Kresh the younger's holocron, and....the mask." His smile grew broader, as a list of what all he won showed up before on the screen along with all the drop points.

A holocron labelled 'Elcho Kressh'', A Sith Amulet in gauntlet form, from the personal collection of Darth Moridin, capable of building up a charge and releasing it in a single telekinetic blast from the gem in the palm, The mask of Darth Nihilus, and Assorted holocrons, bag of 10.

He scanned the list over before grabbing the communication device he used with Tara, he then entered in a quick message in the short speak he had heard teenagers used. It was their inside joke, and one he liked.

Hey bby, i'll b l8te. Keep the bed wrm and i'll c u soon. xoxoxo​

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

At the same time as her blonde counterpart and the Chancellor Diana moved forward. She was a beautiful lithe ballerina as she danced towards the Whiphid. Her movements were quick and fluid and her silver blade Tyrfing seemed to give off a soft glimmer as she approached the Sith Lord.

She was ready this time. There would be no Tutanimis to save him, no force drain to aid him, no force lightning to stop her. Diana would slice into him and bring him to his knee's. She would bring him down like a building falling on the side of a planet. She would see him subdued and placed in a cell for the rest of his life, never to escape. Velok would not know the peace of death, he would live for centuries in a cold dark hole, she was determined to bring that future about.

As blasts of lightning echoed out from the Sith Lord Diana caught them upon the silvery gleaming blade. The sparks ran the length of them, and then cast off seemingly all around Diana. She used the force to redirect them, a trick she had learned from their last fight and his own deflection of energies. She saw the Darkstaff on the floor move towards the Whiphid, the force presumably guiding it towards his hand, with a strong kick Diana made contact with her leg, sending out a powerful force push from her foot towards the staff.
@[member="Velok"]

 

[Soeht]

As soon as @Aledis Ijet escaped from immediate death, Daella returned her attention to @[member="Velok"] and made a dash toward him.

Just as the multitude of Aledis’s clones and herself attempted an assault on Velok, Daella was assaulted by a barrage of lightning. Her eyes narrowed as the first wave coursed through her body. Then, she motioned her lightsaber toward Velok. Her eyes continued to narrow until just barely her pupils showed. Gradually, the lightning moved toward Daella's yellow lightsaber then jumped to the floor. A faint trail of smoke emanated from her body.

Still, Daella continued to press toward Velok. Yet at this point, it was a step by step march to corner the Sith Lord with her allies.

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

The transport vessel landed like a flying bantha in the hangar, only with less missiles and general weaponry and more metal shell. Also, less horns on the top. The ramp descended, and Chupa leapt down it onto the hangar floor, followed carefully by nine eager pirate rookies. The one good pilot in the group behind to look after the ship in case....oh kark it, in case Chupa chickened out of this...thing he was doing.

A raid, he thought, would be too inaccurate. One plans raids. Raids are strategy of the emptiness of space, or the populace of planets. This....this was landing in a silent Republic vessel with the intent of finding out what happened and maybe, just maybe, stealing the whole karking ship.

Interrupting this thought, however, the hangar's automated defenses thumped out of the ceiling and the floors, firing on his small group, striking a shieldbrother straight in the brotherly bits. Growling, Chupa unfastened his saber from his belt, alighting it and deflecting the fire away from his crew. Dashing forward in the gap of fire, he sliced through the turret on the ground, then Force Jumped up to the ceiling turret, grabbing it and ripping it out from its safe hole. Landing hard on the hangar floor, he grinned and waved to his crew, who were trying to bandage their shieldbrother's mangled shieldbrother, so to speak, and thus couldn't see his waving.

Waiting for them to finish up and carry their war-kin back onto the transport, their High Emperor had time to wander over to a holocomputer and bring up the current ship schematics. Evacuated, how nice for them....Evacuated? Why would they karking evacuate...

Spinning on his heels as his crew returned, he pointed to a spot on the ship, tracing his finger as he read the directions, then set off.

"Come, brethern! We have an engineering bay to discover and play with!"

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@[member="Velok"]

Lightning was something Aleidis could deal with - she was on her offense, and Makashi was made to fight Force-users. That, and she already had a dead arm to intercept lightning with. What was it going to do, make it more dead? When Aleidis saw the Darkstaff twitch, she knew what had to be done. Her saber sheathed and put back into her pocket, her illusions faded away.

And then, Aleidis was evil.

Or at least, she sure as hell seemed like it. Je'Gan had taught her quite a few esoteric skills that allowed her to make a mockery of face-value. One of which was a cloak. Specifically, a cloak that shrouded her from head-to-toe in the malevolence of a Sith Master not unlike Velok himself. Anger and disgust radiated from the Ghostling in spite of the tranquility of her expression, and for one purpose...

...So she could slide past Daella, and into the path of the Darkstaff. Her good hand gripped the flying weapon tightly before it could reach it's would-be master - having found a new home in her hand. Keeping up the dark-side cloak was a disgusting act that made Alei's skin crawl, but she'd endure the discomfort to keep the super-weapon out of Velok's hands. He was godly enough as it was. Standing a couple of yards away from Velok with his staff in hand, the Ghostling stood to her full height, panting for breath.

She'd drawn blood for the first time, today. Because of Velok. She'd had to wear a loathsome illusion to hold the Darkstaff. Because of Velok. "Your reign is over, monster." The Ghostling declared, leveling the dark-sided superweapon at the Whiphid who'd carried it onto her ship. "I'll see to it that you never hurt another person again."

 

[Kei Amadis]

@[member="Selena Halcyon"] @[member="Domino"] @[member="Cody Jorin"]

Spoiler

Selena has said I am to rp out the ground forces till she is back to post. Thanks for clarifying the unit Domino

"Heavies? Great the one thing we don't have with us." Muttered one of his squad.

"Well what do we have?" Said another.

"We have their own vehicles..." Kei said with a broad grin, "and a fast pair of legs."

While the main republic force would eventually move to put up heavy weapons in place to greet them, Kei's men started to flank the slower moving large unit, trying to buy them time. Still keeping down and to cover, circling around them. Fast and light, they threw the stun weapons to the deck, and drew regular armament, not firing a shot still, content to just keep moving.

The ship in the clearing uncloaked and his jaw dropped. "We are going to need a bigger gun." He was well out of his league here, "Command I need everyone we can spare, they've got a lot of firepower here and they are spreading out." @[member="Cody Jorin"]. Republic Fighters were on the way, bombers on approach but they needed time to get here, on the deck this large craft was formidable, but also it was very vulnerable from above.

What he did have was the faster pair of legs, and a unit that was quicker than anything on the ground, except maybe those jeeps. Hmm, what to do, his eyes narrowed in calm calculation. "Get me demolition charges between the units and that ship, or better to the sides of them, and I want cover on the men laying them." They would spread out, making the large unwieldy guns on that thing much less useful, in urban combat. Close combat specialists is what the much larger black sun force was facing. Specialists who were now intermingling with their own forces.

Grabbing the nearest pack of explosives off a specialist himself, the three squads spread out. Still quiet, still light footed, half the wildcards dug into sniping positions, while he and the fastest half of them started to lay emp and sticky charges in any cover nearby, bushes, on the back of road signs, under unmanned speeders, wherever they could be thrown at a moment's notice. The main attempt to bottleneck some of the procession in the streets, funnel them together, or knock out some of the vehicles. A purely delaying tactic by a small group of brave men and women, buying time for the bombers and cavalry.

It was perfectly possible a few of his men would be spotted and picked off, that was the risk they were taking, running like the wind but then again they did have covering fire, the element of surprise, not much covering fire mind you....

Finger on the trigger... the Epicanthx dived down behind an unmarked speeder. "3...2...1...." The brunt of the large force was walking right into a world of hurt, fire, and confusion any moment....

Now. As a multitude of fiery orange glows began to light up the city around the city limits of the procession.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

"As a wise man once said," the Whiphid rumbled, "I'm not trapped in here with you -- you're trapped in here with me."

They'd drawn close, very close, and the Dark Side blazed around him...but he felt his face go slack as Aleidis Ijet's Force presence transformed utterly. "Oh, clever," he murmured. "A false Dark Side signature to trick the staff...that is a very nice play, Chancellor. Very nice indeed. I confess that's one trick I never learned, though your Master tried to teach it to me when he thought I was a Jedi. That was..."

He looked around at the three young women and the prone gunman, and shrugged.

"...amusing."

His hands slammed flat against the flawed viewport behind him, and energy spiderwebbed into the glasteel -- all the glasteel in the bridge, preparing to vent everyone into vacuum. As close as they'd come to him, they'd have issues avoiding explosive decompression with him. And it wasn't as if any of these people were capable of cheating death.

 

[Soeht]

Once @[member="Velok"] ceased his Force lightning, Daella prepared to dive at him in an attack. However, she halted in place once @[member="Aleidis Ijet"] shrouded herself in a dark side aura and grabbed the Darkstaff. Several seconds passed before her eyes finally opened wide, as they were still narrow from the Force Lightning earlier.

Yet when Velok slammed his hands against the viewport, Daella sprang into action once more. She deactivated her lightsaber and rushed for the Chancellor with the intent of firmly wrapping her left arm around the Ghostling to prevent Aleidis from flying out into space.

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

Diana didn't stop her attack. She didn't move to halt herself from running at Velok. She couldn't, she refused to. She rushed towards Velok with all the ardent fervor of a zealot. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Daella grab the ghostling Chancellor, she saw them get to safety, and she smiled. This would be it. She could end it here, she could stop Velok and prevent him from hurting anyone else in the galaxy.

A peace reached her, a glowing font of life and love that she had never felt before. The apathy that had plagued her for so long drifted away, and she felt true feeling for the first time in her life. This was her goal, this was her destiny, to bring all of this to and end.

With her free hand Diana reached up and tore the goggles off her face, her shining bright eyes stared straight at Velok as she rushed him. She saw nothing but the Whiphid. The overhead light caused everything to fade away except for the creature shrouded in darkness. As she came only a step or two away from him she smiled. Not a smirk, not an over confident grin, but a true smile. With a quick forward jab, Diana stabbed Tyrfing at Veloks Heart. The Songsteel blade would pierce him, then the glass.

She was prepared to die for this. Prepared to end his life.
@[member="Velok"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

@Velok @Daella Apparine

Daella flew at her, and Aleidis acted swiftly. Almost cruelly. "I told you to leave, idiots!" The Ghostling complained - as Daella's brand of help would kill her just as easily as Velok's impending mutually-assured death. The blond Knight would get hit on the side by telekinetic force - maybe enough to fling her across the room, but certifiably enough to get her out of Aleidis' way. "I DON'T CALL EVACUATIONS FOR MY HEALTH. LEARN TO FOLLOW ORDERS."

Aleidis then turned her attention to the Whiphid who was preparing to vent them into the void. Tucking the foul Darkstaff under her arm, Aleidis snatched the orange crystal she wore around her neck off, breaking the chain. It was a Tsil, a naturally-occuring Holocron, and when she'd found it, it'd been housing Je'gan Olra'en's spirit. Or, at least a portion of it. Now, however, it was empty. Not for long, if she had her way.

Aleidis reached out to use the ability she'd only recently been taught. Soul-Binding - the act of, well, binding souls. She was a mentalist, and a fairly decent one. Locating Velok's very mind was a trifling task, but moving it was another entirely. The Ghostling reached out, holding the Tsil aloft, and pulled with everything she could muster, trying to yank Velok's mind out of his body and bind it into the tiny crystal.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

Frankly, it wouldn't have worked. Binding a soul from a living being was next to impossible.

Except for the minor issue of Diana Moridena's blade.

As energy spiderwebbed through the glasteel, chunks of it fell away, and a cold wind howled through the bridge. Diana's blade slammed into Velok's chest, pinning him to the window, and he went with it. Specifically, he exploded, immense amounts of energy shattering the viewport behind him. The bridge turned into a deadly lightning storm for an instant, and a glowing pinpoint rose from the place he'd been.

And was drawn inexorably toward the yellow-orange tsil. This was only Velok's second death. Disoriented, he gritted his metaphorical teeth and settled into the new body.

If you could call it that. With growing horror, he sensed that his connection to the stone was more like that of Exar Kun to the temples of Yavin that it was like a soul to a body. He stretched out to the Force, to the too-near Darkstaff, to the body of Aleidis Ijet -- but nothing. Nothing at all.

He found he had no words, and that he felt hungry.

 

[Darron Wraith]

STAFF NOTICE​

​

Below are the exact limitations and requirements for each artifact below, this will be posted in other places as well so it does not get lost.​

Lot A: A holocron labelled 'Elcho Kressh' : @Cade Lee
[Schematics for how to build his gauntlet(master alchemist and large development thread required)]

Lot B: A copper scroll labelled 'Aura of Uneasiness' in ancient Sith @[member="Tyri Lsu"]
[Technique for the sith spell aura of uneasiness. Must be one of the 3% of Sith with the natural gift for Sith Magic. A good introductory spell for a Master or Knight who is new to Sith Magic.]

Lot C: The so-called Tascollan Holocron: @[member="Tyri Lsu"]
[Receive basic instruction in the first six lightsabre forms, as well as Jar’Kai and Sokan.]

Lot D: A holocron labelled 'Force Drain and the Droch Connection' : @[member="Tyrin Ardik"]
[Advanced teaching in Force Drain, basic knowledge required. Further research may reveal other possibilities involving Nam Chorios.]

Lot E: A holocron labelled 'Record of Processing of Theran Listeners, 835 ABY' omino
[Technique for Theran Force Listening: Hearing words spoken far away or through barriers; understanding other languages.]

Lot F: A holocron labelled 'Djem So
[Advanced instruction in Form V.]

Lot G: A holocron labelled 'Nightsister Blood Trail Ritual': @[member="Bellalika"]
[Advanced teaching in Blood Trail. After a painful ritual, a character’s blood may be used to create a permanent mark on another character. The marking character will then always know what direction to go in order to find the marked character, as well as approximate distance.]

Lot H: A fragment of the Taurannik Codex @[member="Circe Savan"]
[Useless on its own, research would need to be done to locate and obtain the other fragments.]

Lot I: The pedicure set of Ludo Kressh: @[member="Bellalika"]
[Trivia with a Dark Side presence.]

Lot J: An alchemically preserved scroll, written on thin leather, labelled 'Knotters of Entrails': @Tyrin Lsu
[Advanced technique for creating sithspawn.]

Lot K: A copper scroll, labelled 'Tsaiwinokka Hoyakut,' translation uncertain @[member="Zaiden James-Greyson"]
[Sith spell for reanimating the dead. Master sorcerer required.]

Lot L: A Sith Amulet in gauntlet form, from the personal collection of Darth Moridin, capable of building up a charge and releasing it in a single blast from the gem in the palm.: @Cade Lee
[Telekinetic blast.]

Lot M: The Book of the Sith, in annotated manuscript form: @[member="Domino"]
[The history of the sith, plus many clues for research expeditions.]

Lot N: A ring, from the personal collection of Darth Moridin, capable of significant lightning absorption and storage.: @[member="Tyri Lsu"]
[Allows the ability to absorb lightning of the same rank or lower, and fire a blast equivalent to their rank. Grants some protection against lightning from a wielder of a higher rank.]

Lot O:A holocron labelled "Tionne": @Darron Wraith
[Repository of Jedi lore and knowledge. The Great Holocron equivalent of Luke’s Jedi Order.]

Lot P: A holocron labelled "Sar Agorn": @[member="Genesis Rostu"]
[Learn one light side force ability. Repository of Je’daii lore and knowledge.]

Lot Q: The holocron of Xo'Xaan: @[member="Circe Savan"]
[Improves abilities in both biological and materials alchemy, proportional to the character’s expertise in alchemy.]

Lot R: The holocron of Adas: @[member="Domino"]
[Grants the ability to become one of the 3% of Force users with the natural gift for Sith Magic. Initially, grants one basic Sith Magic spell. Further study may uncover more.]

Lot S: The mask of Darth Nihilus: @Cade Lee
[Slightly strengthens Force Drain. If a character dies while wearing it, their spirit may become bound to the mask. When worn by a non-Force user, allows use of Padawan-level Force techniques.]

Lot T: The Darkstaff, re-forged by three master alchemists: @[member="Sven Talith"]
[See Tech Submission]

Lot U: The Bracers of Najus: @[member="Circe Savan"]
[Marginally strengthens Dark Side attacks against Lightsiders, useless against everyone else.]

Lot V: The Robe of Aleema Keto: @[member="Sargon Vynea"]
[Marginally increases connection to the Dark Side. Can potentially restore a Force connection to someone who has lost it.]

Lot W: A Seed of Rage, in marginal condition: @[member="Juthan'Athar"]
[Can get a master alchemist to help them in a dev thread get it functional, then they have to make a tech submission to use it, and another dev thread to produce it in large enough numbers to use as originally intended.]

Lot X: Assorted holocrons, bag of 10: @Cade Lee
[Useful for setting up a basic training program in a new Force faction.]

Lot Y: Healing Crystals of Fire, Jedi relic: @[member="Genesis Rostu"]
[Bolsters healing abilities; too large to be transported. In the hands of a master healer, exceptionally effective.]

Lot Z: Belt of Bodo Baas, Jedi relic: @Aeden Miles
[A very useful antique belt with no special properties whatsoever.]

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon burst through the atmospheres with the comms channels blazing everywhere. Attacks had been made, and it seems he was simply in the right place at the right time, or the very wrong place at the wrong time. He needed to get @[member="Darron Wraith"] into that ship before he opened channels to the Suns. One favor for a friend, and Master wasn't nearly enough. As such Sargon jumped out of the shuttle as it landed in the Defender's bay and walked out alone. Turning around to Master Wraith he nodded. "May the force be with you Jedi." Within moments it was off again using Fringe FFA frequencies that would get it through the chaos.

Running up through the bay to the turbolift Sargon activated a secure comm to the Black Suns. ::This is Governor Vynea of the Fringe. I'm looking to speak to whomever is in command at the moment. Please patch me through:: As Sargon entered the bridge he managed to watch Darron's shuttle enter the shuttle bay of the star Destroyer. What the feth was going on?
@[member="Domino"]

 

[Aleidis Zrgaat]

Lightning streaked the bridge, though it couldn't ruin much. Everything was already shot all to shit by the fight that'd gone on. As Velok's soul descended into the Tsil, Aleidis gave it a considering look before finally slumping - her body and mind at their absolute limits. She couldn't rest, though. His final attack had bumped her condition into critical, and if she let her dark-side cloak drop for a second then she'd be consumed by the darkstaff.

Aleidis slipped the crystal into her pocket and fought the urge to black out even as the air was decompressing. "Get to the escape shuttles." She ordered, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the howling wind. Aleidis staggered, having to lean on the Darkstaff to keep upright, and trudged off the bridge. Unless stopped, she'd make for the escape shuttles and leave the mostly-destroyed ship to it's fate.

Preferably, alone. She needed to rest, and she needed to heal. And she needed to be away from here.

 

[Soeht]

Before Daella could reach @Aledis Ijet, Daella was flung several meters to her left. Once she landed, her body rolled a bit before she came to rest next to a command console. While still on the ground, Daella looked up to see Velok stabbed in the chest. Lightning arced out from Velok at that moment. Some of it grazed Daella, and once more her winced in pain from the attack.

The cracks in the viewport rapidly grew due to the small holes in it. In just several seconds, the viewport would shatter completely. Several seconds after that, the ship would most likely seal the viewport with a durasteel hatch - yet that might have been enough time to suck someone out into space.

Following Aleidis's lead, Daella rushed for the escape shuttles. Yet, she lagged behind, looking to Diana to make sure she escaped as well.

 

[Domino]

Unfortunately for Kei, he was facing trained soldiers, not massive fracking morons too dumb to breath without instructional pictures. Running out of the fringes of a city and into a field, you kinda noticed a few odd things if they happened. Like guys in different uniforms than yours holding guns that looked different than yours, and then those guys planting bombs everywhere mysteriously in front of you and on vehicles with markings like those on that shoulder patch you and your buddies had. Bombs you now knew to avoid. Still, once the covering fore started, Black Sun members died. Died on a foreign planet while leaving peacefully and murdered by Republic troops on a planet they didn't own but decided to shoot servicemen in the back anyways. Kei had no clue the kind of hell he'd just called down.

At the forefront of what had been a peaceful exodus, Domino heard the explosions and felt the death's of her men. "Actual to Command, they just opened fire on us. Weapons free, you are clear to engage any republic force you're able to." That meant any republic ship for miles around, and damn the civilians they fell on. At the moment though, Domino had another problem that needed rapid solving. Fortunately, it didn't matter how well trained you were in close combat fighting in this area. most of her forces were free of the city by now and those that weren't were in areas with low buildings and a maze of streets and alley ways that worked for her men just as much as Kei's. And she had the big guns. The Walkers already free of the trap turned along with the AT-SJ's and began giving their brothers covering fire.

The heavy gatling lasers of the walkers already out in the field began to chew through buildings and into Kei's tally-whackers, blasting through obstacles with little regard for them. Meanwhile the jeeps pulled around and provided their own rapid fire, preventing the Republic's forces from following them. The walkers still in the outskirts mostly used their big guns to clear paths for the infantry still with them while clearing buildings with their repeating blasters and flame thrower. As soon as an infantryman broke free he'd start a mad dash towards the ship and safety. The armor support moving out with the last of them.

Domino herself had broken into a force enhanced sprint as soon as the fighting had started and grabbed onto the back of one of the at-sj's. She'd ridden it back to her ship and into the bay, from where she'd made her way to the command deck. "Commander Elspeth, as soon as my men are aboard I want us gaining altitude. Have the gunners provide covering fore as soon as the last of them clear the city. I no longer care if it's still standing when we depart. In fact. Raise us vertically so the ventral cannons can fire on it. Leave no Republican alive. Start with the Auction House and their landing sites, and remember to bring down any Republic ships that try to escape." By the time Sargon's call was put through Domino's voice was calm but tense and colder than an Ilum winter. "Govenor Vynea," she opened, "I'd advise you to evacuate the city if you have not already done so. In fact," she turned to her own comm officer. "Send out a warning to all allied groups in the area, we don't want an incident on our hands." Back with the handset and the Governor, "I'm sorry about that, Republic troops assaulted my guard while we were peacefully leaving, shot us in the back. So as you can imagine, I'm a little busy, make it fast."

((I would suggest that you look up what you're facing. Weapons, armor, Hammer walkers, and AT-SJ))

 

[Soliath Devin Talith]

As Diana felt the sword pierce through the Whiphids chest she let out a deep breath, perhaps her last. The smile on her face was pleased, as though she had just finished running a marathon. She felt at peace, as if the world had come to a perfect standstill. Of course all around her that was the exact opposite. The glass to the bridge shattered into a million pieces, Veloks body blew into a burst of lightning, and the air rushed out of the Bridge like a tsunami over a small island.

Diana did not resist, she couldn't. She flew into space like a meteor, zipping into the black nothingness with absolutely no resistance what so ever.

It was said that you could survive two entire minutes within the vacuum of space without any permanent physical damage. Whether or not that was true was always hotly debated, though for the first time ever Diana was about to see if the rumors were true. Instinctively the young Jedi wrapped herself within a cloak of the force, a bubble appearing between and the cold blackness of space. It was all she could think to do, all her body could think of.

For nearly a solid minute Diana floated through the blackness, her grip on her sword as tight as ever. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind, though none of them were of regret. She had ended him, and that had been enough for her.

Another minute passed. Normally she would have started to die now, and truthfully she felt her body begin to shut down from the cold. Her skin became fragile and thinner, her lungs seemed to be running out of air, and before her closed eyes she saw her own life.

Truthfully it was a sad and depressing thing. She had never lived. She had never had fun or done anything for herself. The Jedi had raised her, and she had come from their ways. Diana did not want to blame them, but she hated them still. Yet a feeling of gratitude still extended out towards them, they had made her who she was. They had given her the power to make a change.

Another minute passed. She felt herself weaken. This was it, her death was here.

She decided that if she would have had a choice she would have ended it here. She would have left the Order after this. She would have gone out on her own, but that was no longer an option. As her life began to drift away from her Diana reached peace...only to have it yanked away from her.

In some kind of freak happenstance at that very moment Diana smashed directly into the back of a lifepod that had launched earlier from the failing ship. She slammed into the floating vessel, and almost immediately felt a pair of arms grab her and bring her inside. The cold vacuum was at once sealed away, and before Diana passed out she felt the hands and saw the face of a Republic Ensign come towards her own.

 

[Malok]

Genesis Rostu, the clone oblivious to the literal poodoo that was going down...sent out vessels at top speed to recover that which he had earned for the Confederacy. Money well spent and all that joy. Afterwards, upon hearing the Chancellor's announcement, the clone's eyes widened ever so slightly...and he penciled a call to the young woman in his schedule. But at this moment? He needed a drink and a trip back home.

 

[Chupa La'Roi]

As Chupa and his faithful crew descended in the fancy Republic lift system towards the engineering bay, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, thinking to himself. Now, in the old days Chupa was rather skilled at hacking into command protocols, and right now that would probably come in handy. But, he was long out of practice, so all his crew could see was their High Emperor leaning against the wall of a slowing down lift, his hands outstretched, his fingers tapping imaginary controls as he tried to remember the exact strategy to redirect command functions from the bridge.

The doors opened, and as his crew stepped out, vibroswords drawn and personal shields activated, Chupa blinked, noticed he was alone in the elevator and stepped out in one giant step as the door closed behind him. Looking around for a control panel, the somewhat embarrassed leader slipped into a nearby seat and got to work, moving his fingers across the panel with a feeling of nostalgia....and then utter confusion as he attempted to redirect command controls through to the engineering bay, in addition to communication functions.

Looking up briefly, he pointed two of his less skilled pilots but more skilled hackers towards the other control panels.

"Help me redirect functioning to this room. The rest of you, set up ambush positions and prepare to defend this spot should someone not really be away from home!"

 

[Sargon Vynea]

Sargon's mind literally reeled at the implications, but they ha a full treaty in Ithor. Either way the Republic troops had acted insanely zealous on a world they didn't own. How this entire affair had come to happen he didn't understand, but he did know now what was required of the situation. ::I understand, I'm already in orbit on a Permanence-class Battleship. Are you in need of assistance?::

@[member="Domino"]