The Jewel of Moraband

[Draven Dursden]

The knight would just sit and watch her as she jogged to the window, the doctor did seem genuinely excited, but his grizzled voice would grunt, "Leave the mind reading to the jedi, would ya doc." Standing up and making his way to the window, Draven would have to lean over her to see out, and he did so, his chest pressed against her back as he ducked to see out the window and inspect the ship which had been so foretold and looked forward to. His pale grey eye would watch space slide to a subtle, yet distinct stop, and their arrival be officially completed by the captain's gruff growl of announcement.​

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The knight's armor still smelled of smoke, and soot, something he had not gotten around to cleaning up, and would follow him as Draven slowly pulled away, and began walking towards the exit door, as he did so, he would bring both sabers off his hips, pressing the button sequence on each one, and the hilts would then begin to meld together, clicking and grabbing on to each other as the two smaller, weaker and unstable hilts would combine to make a rather imposing, ornate one that had intricate and beautiful artwork snaking up it. The broad saber hilt.​

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It was enough to make Draven smile, thought it took more than a minute or two for the hilts to finally form together. With a slight whisper he'd say, "Hey baby." And then ignite the saber. The two blades would blast out side by side, rippling unstable and incredibly powerful, heat actually pouring off the saber as he swung it back and forth testing it, careful not to hit the ship, or slice something open, the saber was after all nearly as tall as he was, a incredibly long blade. The knight would call back, "Lets get this show on the road boys." Then after a pause, "And girls."​

 

[Lyell Pavish]

It was one of those moments when Lyell wondered what the feth he'd gotten himself into and how he'd been so stupid.

The doctor was cavorting about, muttering with a schoolgirl's eagerness, and the battle-damaged Jedi was swinging a two-bladed lightsaber around the halls of the ship as if performing at a rave. Lyell winced every time the blades came close to the walls, though they never actually caused his poor ship any damage. He was grateful for that much, at least, though he was becoming more and more certain that all of his passengers were more than a little insane. Time to get this job over with as quickly as possible. "I don't know how you could possibly know that," he told Milo, frowning, "but like I said, you're the boss. Reverting from hyperspace... now."

The blue tunnel dropped away, replaced by a vast field of stars... and whatever Milo had led them to, for better or for worse.

[member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Milo Corr"] | [member="Elise Ike"]

 

[Milo Corr]

The ship burst from hyperspace in pitch darkness. Beyond the illuminating stars, there was... Nothing. Total, complete, darkness. No star, no planets, not even a floating rock to give them company. Yet the ships instruments began to beep, picking up something in the void.

Milo's fingers, those pointed towards the window began to follow something, a dark silhouette which could only be seen when it extinguished the light of a distant star, only for another to appear beyond its grasp. Milo, once again, trembled as if standing in the snow, as all those sensitive in the force could feel the unmistakable presence of the dark side.

Even Lyell himself could feel something out of place, something unnatural and frozen. "We... We found it, alright. I can feel it- it is right there." Without the captain's permission he began to fiddle with various buttons and switches, until he found the external lights, casting them upon the hull of the ship.

It was unmistakable in profile, an ancient warship built for destruction and domination, the crown jewel of the Sith Empire's navy. A Harrower-Class Dreadnought. No schematic, painting, or hologram could do such a justice as seeing it in the flesh. Unblemished, without scar or mark, a seemingly pristine ship.

Its command deck was dark, neither were the Hangar's magnetic shields projected, most likely the result of having lost power years ago. As they were ferried closer they also picked up five additional signatures. Two escape pods, jettisoned but without life, and the wreckage of what can be assumed to be three smaller starships of imperial origin, many of the pieces having drifted away long ago, leaving only a trio of skeletal frames.

This was it, the ship they had been searching for, here in the frigid expanse of space. The treasure was waved before their eyes, yet something still felt... Off.

Milo continued to roll the coin between his fingers, biting his lower lip. "Well... We made it, now we just gotta take it, right?" Flipping the credit into the air, he caught it and stuffed it into his pocket. "Let us go collect ourselves some pay."

[member="Lyell Pavish"] | [member="Elise Ike"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Elise Ike]

Elise had not payed much mind to [member="Draven Dursden"] words as she peered out of the window, nor did she mind the feel of his body up against hers, despite being short the guy was well built. He had the rough feel about him, not bad if she were to say herself but not the peak on interest at the moment, her gaze set on what was in front of them, and oh boy did she get quite the show. Even before the large craft of war came into sight Elise could feel the darkness coming from the floating hulk, what ever had happened here was not pretty, though such was the least of her concern for the moments.

The moment the large lights from the run down freighter shone out, confirming the find Elise could not help but gasp with surprise, making a small 'eeee' sound, "it is one, it really is one, I have to get a picture hold the ship still for a minute". Whipping out her data pad the doctor quickly took several pictures of the space hulk before running back to her cabin, more then eager to get her gear in order and get onto the derelict Sith craft. Coming back into the main hall she stood next to the air lock, all the scientific instrument neatly packed away and on back, her own personal light saber tucked away and out of sigh but on close hand should they run into anything dangerous.

"Payday shmayday, you just found a ship so old mere pictures would turn a profit, if I could id love to take such a craft back to Saleucami for study, though I have a feeling this beat wont be going anywhere". Hopefully the inside was still pressured, her equipment did include some breath masks but not enough to go around, or last a long enough to properly scout such a large ship.

[member="Lyell Pavish"] [member="Milo Corr"]

 

[Draven Dursden]

Waiting for the air lock to open, saber in hand, it felt like old times for the warrior. He smiled slightly to himself as he heard the woman babble about the significance of the event which they were about to undergo, and the pricelessness of the ship. To be honest? He himself was in awe of its size and power, but Draven had a rather...particular sense of humor, "I don't see what the big deal is. Just looks like a bunch of junk to me." He'd say, glancing at the captain and continuing, "I better see some creds by the end of this." Draven would then turn his attention back to the door which had yet to be opened, cracking his neck and preparing to step out into whatever dank abandoned ship they had come across.​

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He would begin to branch out with the force, taking one or two deep breaths to steady his mind, searching for any energies or signatures around him, anything which could allude to a dark presence, it was a ship cruiser after all, and he had not interest in finding out that there had been something lurking there for a couple years, left unattended to. He certainly didn't want to be the one to attend to it. As far a breathing devices, he had one or two in the little belt on his hip, but nothing particularly fancy or useful, if it came to a long time out in space, would be a bit of a trick to keep his lungs filled, but the knight had hope that his esteemed commander had a plan for that, it would be foolish not to.​

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Continuing to stretch out his mind, and reach out, searching for any signs of force, Draven would extinguish the saber in his hand, letting the stark light go out, and the natural light of the docking bay come over them. His focus was drawn else where.​

 

[Lyell Pavish]

That old hulk was definitely creepy, hanging in the middle of the empty void. But Lyell supposed they were lucky to have found it at all.

Whether he would still feel lucky when they found out what was inside was another matter. "I hope a crew of four can move the thing," he muttered. Looking at the size of the ship, he wondered just how many soldiers of the Sith Navy had manned it, making the lethal beast ready for war. Tugging gently on the Rascal's controls, he guided his ship in toward one of the dark, silent hangar bays, open to the vacuum of space. He wondered briefly about the wreckage surrounding the warship. Had some raiding party attacked the dreadnought, perhaps disabling it but taking casualties? Or had all this been the result of some internal struggle? Knowing the Sith, that was more than possible.

The Rascal set down softly on the ancient deck plating, and Lyell shut down the engines, though he kept the reactor running so that life support could remain on. After this long, it was fairly unlikely that anywhere in the dreadnought had power, so vac suits were going to be necessary. "I've got five suits sitting next to the airlock," he told the others, heading that way. "Can't promise they'll be perfect fits; just pick the one that looks best, I guess." Let the others geek out or sulk about the condition of the ship; he was going to stay focused on surviving whatever it threw at him long enough to figure out how to turn a profit on it. "Can we turn power back on from the bridge?"

Assuming the reactor even still worked; they might have to fix that manually, if they even had the supplies for it. This was starting to sound complicated.

[member="Draven Dursden"] | [member="Elise Ike"] | [member="Milo Corr"]

 

[Milo Corr]

Spoiler

Some Music.

The hangar was as dark as the void, requiring an external light source to navigate it easily. It seemed in perfect condition, despite the darkness and lack of magnetic shielding.

Scrambling for a vacsuit, the vagabond slipped it on before drawing his datapad. "Yeah, should be able to. If the controls are still good and responsive. Might need to switch the emergency power back on." He flicked his fingers across the schematic. "Probably have to, there are no lights on at all." He looked to the others before pressing into the airlock, sealing it behind him, eager to be the first one out while they were still suiting up.

Flashlight, using it for illumination he floated about, counted the various ships in the hangar, and drifting between the rows of fighters and bombers, pushing on them to change his course or direction. "Three are missing!" He declared over the comms. "Still, almost a full collection from what I can see. Even one of these is worth a case of credits."

Hovering over to the hangar's interior entrance, he gripped onto the control panel and pressed various buttons. Nothing happened, the reactor and internal power sources were dead. Without luck, he searched for the manual release on the schematic, a fruitless endeavor by the transient's expression. Someone would need to open the two durasteel plates known as a blast door them self.

[member="Lyell Pavish"] | [member="Elise Ike"] | [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Elise Ike]

This was probably the first time Elise had worn a Vac-suit, never really needing the piece of equipment since she could just form a force bubble when in a vacuum. Though once more to keep the act up Elise quickly, with a bit of fumbling out of inexperience put the life saving device on, following [member="Milo Corr"] into the darkened hanger. Hovering into the large open space she shone her torch onto the series of ship and other craft locked into place, giving a small whistle at the sight "I wonder if they still have enough juie to fly, it would be quite the joy to fly one of these thing out of here and back home, no offense to our current pilot and his craft but I have a feeling the Sith ships are in better condition".

Continuing onto the main blast doors a small snigger escaped her mouth seeing Milo fiddle with the doors, "then manual release should be in the watch tower over looking the hanger bay from what I know, we may have to break some glass to get in, either that or mister Jedi over there can cut through, but if the inside is still pressurized I'd rather have it remain as such". Such would make it far easier to navigate through the halls, though others may like the Vac suit Elise found it clunky and hard to move around in, a displeasure due to her enjoyment in remaining nimble and well footed.

[member="Lyell Pavish"] - [member="Draven Dursden"]

 

[Xi Rell]

[member="Draven Dursden"] [member="Elise Ike"] [member="Lyell Pavish"] [member="Milo Corr"]

Only a dozen minutes after the old freigter reachd its destinetion, a smal fighter droped-out of hyperspace, too. It vas Xi's R-41, now heavyli modified and enhanced, in the past year she has spended, vorking vith her Mistress, Sawa Ike.

And this vas the latest task, that her Mistress has sended her on. To hunt down and dispoze of her rogue grand-daugter, one Elise Ike. Back on Corellia, the stealthy Bladeborn asassin, now learned in the art of Force Masking that her Mistress teached her over the past year, has been tracking Elise for kuite some time. Un-noticed by her prey, because of her masking in the Force. She vas just planing to make her attack on the vampire, vhen she decided to wait and watch, as her prey met vith several other people, aparently joining them on some kind of mission. Just as the old freigter vas taking off, Xi vas able to throw a tracking device on its hull. It alowed her to track them thru hyperspace, and eventualy here.

Where-ever "here" vas...

But first things first... the R41's senzors started a full scan of the imediate area, trying to find the target ship. The tracking device she planted on it only pointed to the rough location. Out ahead, Xi culd see the dark shape of a big capital ship, vhich looked adrift, and of a design she never seen before, but no freigter.