Skirmish The Pirates of the Sithocean (Open to Pirates/Outlaws/TSE)

[Mordok The Fallen]

Mordok kissed and embraced her most vigorously.

As we arrive to the Ship Alejandro Vizcaya & Aaron Beskheart go their own way to do who knows what. Mordok did not care. He was raveling in the dark side energy emitted by Dea. He had so many questions. Among them. Why did he feel so drawn to her, Why he felt he recognized her type of energy? And in the back of his mind! What was wrong with this beauty? He thought to him self.

He realized this time alone could be the only chance he gets to be speak with her in a more... private setting. Mordok reaches to her left hand with a play full smirk and bows slightly and chivalrously opening the door to his room with his left hand simultaneously. "Come love! this is my room ! I would love to grant you the exclusive tour! he said to Dea playfully and seductively with a confident tone as he lifts his head an locks his eyes to hers.

It was in this moment where Mordok noticed something was strange. Not with her body due to her hand felling soft and lovely. But with the force. On my dresser always sits my personal relic, belonging to my father I was told in the orphanage I grew up in back in Dromund Kass. I never knew my family and even during my service in the Sith assassins. I was never able to find any clue to my family past, other than the relic that I have always carried and was my most personal item.

I then started to feel the dark side energy emanating from the relic. IT had never done that before and I had carried it all my life. It pulsated like a hart and it was in that moment. I felt a portion of the dark side energy that envelops Dea reach out towards the dresser. As if he energy felt my fathers relic.

Mordok tries to play this off and looks away from the dresser containing his relic and towards her. With lust and seduction in mind. I will worry about that later! the force works in mysteries ways he thought to him self. He then serves her a cup of Octoscorpion rum to lighten the mood. Mordok did not know if she was aware of the dark side energies around her and her invisible interactions with his fathers relic. "Sorry for the awkward stare a second ago love! Being in the service. I is not often I can share time with such a lady in my private quarters" He said playfully as Mordok attempts to keep up the mood and the lie of Imperial Officers at the end of their annual leave.

 

[Crane Baxa]

The soft clacking of his feet would echo through, his illusion was rather...unorthodox but it worked. He looked like a wannabe Mandalorian and even had a droid to boot...or more as if, the damn droid never left him alone! The thing beeped and booped, some old R4 model that seemed to never endlessly attempt to annoy the hiding Chadra-Fan. Walking around the corner, he caught the eye briefly of a blue and green twilek. Was she a worker here? He did not know, this bar had a lot of areas and it was hard for him to explore. The R4 droid would bump into him again, beeping as he swatted the eye portion it had installed.

"Enough you Hunk of Bolts! I am on business!"

Approaching a rather large metal door, he would ball his left fist and pound on it a few times. Waiting for a few moments, it would sift open as a pair of red eyes looked over at the Wannabe Mandalorian the Chadra-Fan played as.

"Who the sithspawn are you?"
"Customer, I heard I can buy a lot of things here."
"Yank your wicker out of here! I got no buis-"

THUNK! The Chadra-Fan placed right at the eyehole a rather small container as it was kept in a blue box. There was a strange silence as the person behind the door took the box and opened it up, revealing small tiny black packets. Feeling them and giving a soft sniff, he would eye the Mandalorian again as the Chadra-Fan spoke a bit quickly.

"Yarrock, one of the rarest spices to come out of Iridonians. You are holding twenty grand in a hundred pouches. I am dead serious about making a deal here...let me in and I can give you some more."

The eyes went wide as the sift would close and the door would open quickly, allowing the Chadra-Fan in...along with the annoying server droid as it beeped and booped as the Chadra-Fan smacked the eye again. The one behind the door was a rather tall Shistavanen, like a giant dog as he went behind a counter as there was a ton of weaponry on display.

"Welcome then...how can I assist you?"
"I need blasters...lots of blasters. DL-54s, ELG-3As, latest E-Series Bla-"
"Shut the hell up, what kind of bullbantha order is that? You been frozen for two hundred years?"
"Being honest, yeah I have. Speed me up."

The Shistavanen would give a small smirk as he would start a small presentation, pulling out the weaponry one by one as he showed it off towards the Mandalorian whom only folded his arms as the R4 droid would gone silent.

"Come to the right place...these right here is the BAR-58 Blaster Pistols, very light weight, accurate and gives one hell of a punch in accuracy. Heh, you know what really works. Let me step over here, this is the PV-16 "Sunfury" Pulse Pistols. Plasma based, high technology and can rip through most armor like butter. I see you are more of a man of style, course you are, you are a Mandalorian! Right here is a set of the Veshet Blaster Pistols, just place on your wrists and pull like so and it becomes extended, ready for all firing actions, fully automatic!"

The Mandalorian stared in silence, as if possibly unimpressed as the Shistavanen would growl a bit in frustration, going to the other side of the wall and placed down some more repeating blasters along with some shotgun looking blasters.

"Fine! You want some heavier firepower? These two are the P9-8 Little Bites! Up close, up personal. Spray and pray when you are in a very tight contained corner and very light weight. Not into that and want something more accurate? More ammo? R1 Repeating Blaster Pistols, very obscure but for a man like yourself, I assure you would find use in the pressurization triggers needed to wield and use such weapons! Good grief you are a hard man to impress, how about instead a SIB-24 Stun Shotgun, when you go bounty hunting and need the target back alive! Wait, your a more wanted dead kind of person, I get that. How about the Gatecrasher Shotgun? Chip loaded blaster style and if you want someone dead, point and click right at the door."

The Mandalorian kept staring at him in silence, as if judging the quality of goods in front of him as the Shistavanen would get more irritated, pulling down two rifles from the top shelf and grabbing a box under the counter and slamming it onto the counter.

"We will find you what you want yet! This right here is a concealable all around badass sithspawner SCBR Blaster Rifle, enough to hide in the coat and bring out in a firefight! No not that? How about the WESTAR Blaster Carbine, nigh impossible to break and has the single most protection guarantee in the last decade!...Oh come on, what else do I have to throw at you except possibly one of the newest items! This right here is the-"

As the Shistavanen would open the container in front of him, the Chadra-Fan would quickly grab what was inside it and hold it up, speaking right before the wolf man could even begin, explaining the TL-50 Heavy Repeater.

"This right here is the TL-50 Heavy Repeater, made from the Galactic Empire when they decided to crap the bed against a bunch of rebels. Triple Barrel sequencer with concussive blast in overcharge state. Capable of chewing through sixty-five blaster bolts in less than three seconds with a capacity of a four hundred gas magazine, it is the essential game changer when any room you are occupied in has more than five people...and all are hostiles."

"So-so you are interested in it?"
"Yes I am. I also want them."
"Which ones?"
"All of them."


Mordok The Fallen Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Dea Onrai

 

[Dea]

It felt...wondeful to have Mordok The Fallen 's body pressed up against hers as he embraced her in the kiss. She smiled widely as he bowed and took on the knight persona, making her dimples appear all the more. Even her eyes twinkled in delight.

Holding his hand as she was escorted, she listened to both Alejandro Vizcaya and Aaron Beskheart while they boarded the ship. She whistled at the luxury within. "Mighty fine yacht you all have here. Makes me wonder why you choose to visit such a rundown bar. Is it just for the ladies? I had no idea Imperials were paid so well..."

Her brows furrowed slightly as the voice of Onrai was heard in her mind. How much time did she have? At least she no longer required sleep. Their briefing was to be in the morning, right? So she had until then to act. <Yes ma'am. Once I uncover what their plans are.>

Her smile returned as Mordok brought her into his quarters. "It looks very cozy, and the view is stunning I'm sure, depending on where the ship is in the Galaxy." The Darkside swirled around them both, and she felt curiously quite drawn to him.

However something else entered the fold. At first she thought that someone had entered the room, however there was no one else there besides herself and Mordok. Her eyes then followed his gaze to the holocron on his desk. Only once had she ever seen one before and that one belonged to her late husband. So who did that one belong to? And why was it almost calling to her? Why was it reaching for her? Maybe she'll find out later when he was asleep.

As Mordok spoke, she snapped back to her senses as well, taking the drink in hand and having a sip, giving the impression that she was relishing the flavour. "Mmm...what a lovely taste. Yet not as delicious as you." She offered him a playful wink before taking him in for another deep kiss. Her free hand ran through the hair on the back of his head while her other set the glass down so that she could embrace him more fully. "Let's make sure that it's time well spent..."

Ben Acrax

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

It was exhilarating to return the affection Dea returned to him and that affection was meet with passion! As she embraces Mordok and puts the drink down. He raps his left arm around her waist bringing her closer as he returned her kiss with a fiery passion and with his right had. He caresses her cheek moving her fallen hair behind her ear and softly grabbing the back of her neck as the passionate exchange continues. " Then it's time to make your dream come true!" He whispers softly as if trying to hold in his deepening breaths, as their passionate encounter continues.

"Computer. Dim the lights to the lowest setting." He says to the ship computer as they continue their warm embrace the sheets. Mordok is driven wild as their passion unites and the dark side envelops them both. No longer was he warried for his fathers relic for the time being. No longer did he care for it's increasing pulse as the sheets cover the two and the energy calls out to her.

Much time passes as midnight turns to morning. "Well love! I dare say it's been a night to remember". He softly whispers to her as she lays next to him. Resting her head on his left arm and left leg reaching across both of his.

Mordok feeling the tiredness take hold, after being up all night. Between the celebrating, drinking, plotting and the exercising of his thighs and hip flexers. The booze and passion fueled exhaustion takes hold. Mordok smiles, genuinely for the first time in years in an event that did not involve booze fueled parties. As the force around him calms. He exerts grate efforts to stay awake, but to no avail. Mordok's eyes slowly close as he fondly gazes at her beautiful face with dimples as she smiles back to him.

Before sleep takes over him he again begins to wonder. Why is his fathers relic pulsating in the force? The answer to such machinations he will seek another time. For now. He rests.

 

[Dea]

And a night to remember, it was! She had thrown her inhibitions away, taking on the personna of the blonde escort that had so easily been invited onto their ship. She let Mordok The Fallen take the lead, his affection and Force-driven passion fueling their coupling under the sheets.

And she enjoyed every moment of it, especially as it was uninterrupted.

Morning came and she smiled at him, her dimples fully on display as she gazed into his eyes, lightly stroking his bearded cheek. Her voice was soft and quiet as she spoke; "Yes it was. Now it's time for a well deserved rest.."

She continued stroking his cheek, and as she did so, she remembered Vanessa's instructions. Incapacitate. With each caress she began to remove some of his energy, drawing it into herself so that he'd go into a deeper sleep, stopping once she was sure that he was out enough. The last thing that she needed was to put him in a coma. Especially after their past hours together.

Confident that she had spared herself some time, she slipped out from his arms and dressed herself. The relic on the desk continued to reach out to her as it had all night. Now perhaps she could find out why. Her eyes drifted to it as she finished up and then slowly approached it. "What do you want? Who did you belong to?" Her thoughts were spoken out loud softly before she gently picked the relic up and let her own Force energies penetrate to awaken it.

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Aaron had left the ship with Alejandro Vizcaya to the surgeon who will would do the facial reconstruction that would allow the pirates to seize the main treasure, the imperial star destroyer. Upon arriving at the surgeons office and he started explaining the process going from the prepping to the very molecular reconstruction of their faces. Hearing all of this information might've made Aaron understand what was going to happen but it will not ease off his worries.

"Doc, if your little surgery becomes permanent. I will come back, grab you by your neck and slam you to the ground!"

Aaron was getting ready to have his whole body molecularly reconstructed to look like an imperial laborer, to be more exact, An imperial engineer. His job as the Imperial engineer was keeping the ships systems online by maintaining the core stable. The core of the ship was pure energy that left unattended could overheat and explode. Aaron's job was to get the codes and cause a great distraction, many ideas ran through his head as the same time the surgeon was prepping his tools and machines to be able to start the procedure.

The surgeon started marking his face and body in several sections depending on each body characteristics, With every mark lots off things ran through Aarons head.

"If my face does not reconstruct back, my next task will be to kick Alejandro Vizcaya ' rear across the galaxy"

He said while laying down on the table

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Operation: Sly Sky. Phase I


It was rather quick and painless, barely an inconvenience, with the expertise and experience of the founder they were phisically in every way a clone of the men they had 'displaced'. With every correct code and identification they made their way to the imperial transport as two entierly different people but with little knowledge of how the courtesies worked. Mordok The Fallen was supposed to take care of that... but unless intervened with... it shouldn't be a problem.

Theme

Moving with a purpose the newly promoted communications officer said his greetings to his old made and arrived at the center of a massive orbital complex the size of a continent. This thing was more than enough to cover another planet and this one, but sure as a bantha craps in the desert they found what they were looking for, row upon row of massive star destroyers.

Maybe just maybe they had bitten more than they could chew, this place was crawling with troopers and soldiers, guns and security emplacement were everywhere, but they had come too far to turn back now. They were walking out of here with one of those leviathans or not at all. The hunt and the plan was on, as a security officer Alejandro went straight for the comms deck, but he wasn't unarmed. He had a Utility Belt, non regulation but hidden underneath his uniform.

He had his lightsaber, his coms, traq dart gun and the slicer equipment he would need. The first stop was the coms office, there he would neutralize the guards and the officers and take over the alarms and recording holosystems.

"Blackbird in position"

Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Dea Onrai​

 

[Darth Vulcanus]

(Invitation from Vanessa)

A sharp scream pierced the darkness - metal shredding metal as the door to Vanessa's chamber was forced into the wall, guided by the hulking mound of rotten flesh and bone forcing itself into her room. As the rotting beast expanded through the passageway its shadow quickly eclipsed the small chambers and the monster himself was forced to half his size to fit. Even still, the bladed ends of his horns gouged deep into the ceiling and ripped a long, bone shivering shriek from the ceiling as he moved into the room.

"Your inaction bores me, sorceress" the deep growl of Vulcanus' voice reverberated throughout the chambers, "I did not come here to meditate and toil in the dirt. You claimed an answer to this chain..." the beast paused as clawed hand wrapped around the chain dug into his chest by The Shaper during his resurrection. Now he had been promised an answer only to be made to wait for while this lesser fooled about in the darkness as all other Sith seemed to do.

Vulcanus growled in pain as he held firmly the device, which he could feel crushing in on his chest and strangling his heart. "...give me your answer or I will melt this station around us both"

 

[Onrai]

Vanessa's meditative state immediately ground to a halt. The goddess gritted her teeth as the monstrosity of ash and bone tore through the door of her chambers. She turned towards the abomination that was the shell the spirit of Darth Vulcanus and slowly arose from her position. "And your destruction of my station causes me grief immaterial." She sighed in frustration. "I know, you came here to find some sort of solution to the fact you're bound like a whimpering Vornskr at the behest of the Emperor Emeritus, the man you once took control of the Sith Empire from for a week." She smiled. "The Week-Long Emperor, some of my men call you. Many of the Darktroopers you've seen around the facility once served loyally under my command when I was one of the triumvirs after Kaine appointed me to the position. They also saw how your wanton crusade for violence against the Republic and the Fel Empire led us to fragmentation. A fragmentation I was forced to try and piece together after things went horribly wrong." Her fingers were slowly popped, one at a time. "You cannot imagine the joy I feel to see you in unlife receiving the fruitful rewards for your actions, though every second you suffer is only a fraction of compensation for the many soldiers whose lives were wasted in your failed campaigns. But nonetheless I do take pity upon you and believe you deserve some meager compassion." She replied.

"The chain is bound to your flesh by strong sorcery." She said, a datapad in her hand - there was no reason not to be a goddess who used technology, not for when she truly made her first step towards being venerated by her followers. "It is intended to punish whatever refuse remains of your undying organs. There is, however, a flaw that I have noticed with the ritual as performed through implantation of the chain - it is merely bound to your body and not your soul. There is nothing, based upon my observations of the ritual, that should in theory prohibit your spirit from simply being transferred into a new body. I'm surprised this wasn't considered when you were being brought back, though I suppose the presupposition was that the chain would inhibit you from being able to do so. You never were one for sorcery on a level above melting things."

Vanessa pondered for a bit. "I could, and the key word is could, in theory create a new body for you to have your essence transferred into. But there would be some restrictions... and a ritual necessarily performed to ensure those restrictions stayed put."

Dea Mordok The Fallen Aaron Beskheart Alejandro Vizcaya

 

[Mordok The Fallen]

Location: Personal room.

What a night he had. Dreams and memories rushed though his mind as he he slumbered. Mordok had quick a night. Avail of tiredness was over him as he slumbered. Almost as if imposed upon him. His fathers relic continued to pulsate in the force. With more increasing ferocity. The ripple in the force smacks Mordok for an intense, he manages to awaken just barely.

He yawns and opens his eyes only a little. He manages to hear a question. "Who did you belong to?" Mordok hears from an soft and curios voice to his right. Mordok slowly moves his head with heavy eyes and noticed Dea was standing over his dresser, holding his priced relic. With eyes heavy but surprised he did not feel her leave the sheets. He thought to him self. curios little thing. As she looked over the relic. " That was my fathers, love. I never meet him. This is all I have of him. It is worthless, so I guess you won't steal it. But it only matters to me." He said softly and with a deep tiredness as he re adjusted his head and surrendered him self to the deep sleep.

"Its worthless because I have never been able to open it for some reason. Those things can only be opened with the force and no matter how hard I try. It ignores me" he mumbles ever so softly as Mordok slips back to his sleep.

 

[Dea]

Instead of getting an answer from the relic, she had instead gotten it from Mordok The Fallen , albeit sleepily. "Do not worry, my precious one. I'm not a thief. I'll not be taking this from you." That didn't mean that she wouldn't try to open it, however.

The Force might not be enough, and if the relic was his Father's then....

Taking hold of the relic in hand, she sat back on the bed as Mordok fell asleep once more. It was better for him to be asleep for what she was about to do. She picked up his left hand and held it, palm up. Then in a reversal of healing a wound with the Force, she created one, using the Force to sever the skin in a line, seperating the cells much like a knife would. Then she did the same to the veins as well, cutting them open until the blood started to flow from it freely. Bringing his hand to the relic, she placed it on top and waited to see if it worked.

Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart Onrai Darth Vulcanus

 

[Crane Baxa]

After an uneventful few hours, he would go back onto the starship where he had hauled with him two large briefcases with another one attached to the server droid that apparently, has not stopped trying to tail after him this entire time. Why this old rust bucket did so, who knows but for now, he allowed it to stay on board the crew. Part of the droid was growing on him in reality, just how long it will remain be unknown. Shooing it away to add the weaponry to the armory, he would go over near Mordok The Fallen room, ready to show off his new weaponry but he leaned his ear close to the door for a quick moment as he heard a different voice in there. He had company...well they were on shore leave anyway. Perhaps some female company, some compainonship...something...at that moment, it hit Ben like a ton of bricks.

"There really is no hope anymore."

For a brief moment, there was an extremely large release of Force Energy for a signature, a massive display of emotion before it was suddenly hidden once more, the emotion of grief. The Chadra-Fan pursed his lips together and slowly walked over to his room the next hallway over. He taken one of the smallest they had, simply because he did not want to deal with the extra space...plus he liked it better that way. Closing the door behind him, he slowly took the weapon cases and hauled them towards a desk, opening up each container as he started to slowly remove one by weapon, each weapon in there save for the shotgun and the heavy repeater which went to the armor. Putting them on the table, he would examine and start working on them for any imperfections, plus putting his own spin on the weaponry.

The Chadra-Fan did anything he could to distract himself, picking up each weapon as he looked it over side to side, taking a cloth as he checked the scopes on the specialty blaster pistols yet he felt his hearts being tugged once more. Even if time had passed eight hundred years, the pain still existed none the less...he only been awake a month and in that timeframe, he had to deal with the morality of his time left on this galaxy and that everything he knew was now gone. Pulling up one of the repeaters, he opened up the power cell compartment and cleaned the inside with a bit of durasteel wool as he remembered the good times...being held by the Nautolan in his big arms, feeling his warmth on his own body...how he watched as the Nautolan was paid to freeze him in Carbonite. Snagging the durasteel wool and twisting it pretty hard, he merely just stopped working for a while as he shook for a moment, the repeater falling out of his own hand as he sat their motionless, looking down before finally letting the gravity of what happened hit him hard.

The love of his life, sold him out for credits. He had planned everything with him, he was ready to retire and leave his life of crime, to have a normal life while he still had the chance to do so. He bought a property close to Corellia, a nice lakeside property he saved up for, a place for him to swim whenever he needed to and enough credits set aside for what he had left of his life and for his partner. Instead, the one of the last deal to do, he was thrown to the wolves and stripped...beaten till he could not breath and thrown into a carbonation chamber, all to be displayed for over eight hundred years. When he woke up, he was next to the council of the Sith Empire, somehow considered impossible yet...it happened. Yet now, being allowed to leave and discover what was left of his life, he realized nothing was left.

He could not take revenge, he could not go after those that wronged him, anyone he ever knew is was now dead, his own droids were gone with Anya being destroyed right before he woke up. His accounts were drained, his properties long repossessed and his prized ship missing...he literally had nothing left. The worst thing out of all of this?

Three Years Left to Live
​

The doctor told him that specifically. He was getting much older, most Chadra-Fan never live past forty years old. His left heart was starting to fail and every time he speeds himself up anymore, he risks having cardiac arrest. He even estimated that the Chadra-Fan won't be able to function well in two years. Gripping onto his own ears, he would pull them down and gently, lay his head on the table and began to cry in silence.


Mordok The Fallen Dea Onrai Darth Vulcanus Alejandro Vizcaya Aaron Beskheart

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

location near the orbital station

Aaron was ready to take part in what would be his greatest mission ever as a pirate and a man. Stealing a star destroyer is no easy task, though with a plan anything can be done effectively. Alejandro Vizcaya and Aaron approaching the orbital space station through the imperial transport.

As they approach, Aaron was going through the stations schematics. He knew exactly what to do. In the schematics appeared a power core that generated energy for the entire station.

"Thats the weakness..."

The orbitals power core is concentrated energy which produced heat that was transfered through pipelines that carried water. The water transfered the heat to special heat collection devices that which transfered heat to other parts of the station.

Aaron had to close the pipelines main shutdown valve. This leads to the core overheating and exploding around ten minutes. Causing the water in the pipelines to turn into steam and exploding as well releasing steam that dissipates all air in that section of the station and releasing heated steam that would cook you alive.

Aaron then looked at Alejandro Vizcaya just slightly enough to be seemed like nothing but him looking at his surrounding.

Mordok The Fallen Dea Darth Vulcanus Onrai Ben Acrax

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Location: The Nathema Orbital Complex
Objective: The Impossible Task

He needed to get to the communications officer, He nodded to Aaron Beskheart and they moved into the behemoth. Inside was a different world, a world of Sith Imperial soldiers and ships as far as the eye could see. It was vast and made a man feel very, very small... how could anyone track everything happening inside here? How could everything go off without a hitch perpetually?

Alejandro smiled and went to work, it was several hundred meters to the place he needed to get to. But before he could he needed to the codes which were kept in a secure location that even his top guys couldt get a crack of, it needed to be aquired manually, as in, he needed to steal it. As powerful as this station was it had little in the sense of anti slicer technology, especially against a seasoned pirate. As a communications officer he had clearance to a shift that would go through the same level as the room that housed the thing... but of course it was motion alarm protected.

Instantly the savy pirate knew what to do, he had to approach it in a vertical way, he had to drop in. He climbed to the second story and used the map to position himself above the room, the only access being the air vents that Mordok The Fallen had talked about. Alejandro moved and activated his slicer droid, hacking the cameras to loop the video right before he snuck into the vent, using a hologram to replace himself while he dived under the roof and above his target.

It was tight, claustrophobic and incredibly uncomfortable but he still managed with this new and slimmer body. Using the chords in the utility belt and a little bit of athleticism he effortlessly glided to the laser tripped room where a durasteel box containing the datapad was protected. He inched to the box, little by little, inch by inch. As he descended the chord from the vent attached to the door outside he prayed that Aaron Beskheart would be ready to receive the codes when he got them.

Inch by inch the pirate descended, the chord doing its job and holding him steady. His leather gloves extended, reaching out to the box, opening it with the caress of a gentle lover. Inside was the datapad containing the mass of information they would need.

"I got those Caff lattes for you. Whenever you're ready papa" Onrai Darth Vulcanus Dea Ben Acrax​

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Location: Inside the command port

Aaron was already entering the command port when two storm troopers approached him to ask his business with extreme courtesy as they noticed his rank.

"May you please state your business"

"I come to perform an imperial maintenance examination on the entire ship by sections, and i need acces to the command port! Get out of my way!"

The pirate yelled at the two stormtroopers and walked through them entering the command port. Once the dual doors closed behind him. Aaron leaped forward extending his arm and using them to slam down the two maintenance techs which were in charge of keeping everything functioning.

"Little sparrow, im at the comms, just introduced the codes, Big wing is ready for launch"

Aaron said as he then proceeded to smashing the command panel and ran out to the core station too start the most critical part of this mission.

You want a distraction sparrow... i got ya"

Mordok The Fallen Onrai Dea Ben Acrax Darth Vulcanus

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Location: Nathema Orbital Complex.
Objective: Snatch the bird

Using a gentle hand and guiding touch Alejandro was able to collect the codes and send it directly to his mate's datapad that he then was able to use to unhook the star destroyer from the main port. With that and the distraction needed to enter the main ship port, the way was clear and eith minimal obstacles.

Using the utility belt and some ingenious crafty work, Alejandro zipped back into the vent and into the upper room, disabling the droid and heading to the communications office. The distraction was coming, he made his way through the maze of hallways and corridors into the office with a spring on his step. There was a trickle of sweat on his brow, he knew that soon enough it would be do or die time.

He entered the office and did the same thing, this time however he removed his silenced tranq dart pistol as he entered. Communications officers had no armor and with a quick succession of shots the room was laid quiet as a grave. His droid began the work, masking him from detection in the form of a camera or holorecording.

He took to the controls and hailed the crew of the ship they had just un-hooked.

"Alpha centurion this is Command. Scheduled maitenence and re-presureization is scheduled today. Please remove all unauthorized personnel from the vessel promptly"

Now, it was Aaron who needed to get us a big enough distraction to get the place moving away from them and clearing the bird for them all to jack it.

Mordok The Fallen Dea Darth Vulcanus Aaron Beskheart Ben Acrax​

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Location: The core station

Aaron was nearing the core station, he felt stranged by his new temporary look and the way he talked. Entering the core station the pirate started looking for the heat collection system which was located in the mechanical room.

"Sparrow, get ready to book it!"

Aaron saw the pipelines running against the wall with diameters that seemed to be near the sixty inches. Taking a closer look, he saw the main shutdown valves for each of the pipes that traveled through. Closing all the valves, Aaron jumped and dropped his leg over the valve necks and breaking them making it impossible to open.

"We better start flying sparrow"

Said Aaron as he ran out and hit both storm troopers unconscious by striking them at their necks. He then proceeded to run towards the star destroyer

Dea Mordok The Fallen Darth Vulcanus Onrai Ben Acrax

 

[Alejandro Vizcaya]

Location: The Nathema Orbital Complex
Objective: Jack the beast

It went smoothly, Mordok The Fallen had a perfect plan and they executed it flawlessly. If the evac was successful everything would be perfectly fine, that was a big if. The easy part was over, now he needed to get to the behemoth and clear it of anyone not part of the crew, at the same time Aaron Beskheart needed to be inside.

They had a small time window, just a small amount of time to get everything perfect. All Alejandro had to do was clear the bridge of undersirables and that is what the lightsaber was for. A dash through meters of base and hangar space, then up through the boarding platforms and into the bridge itself where a few troopers were still making their way out.

They were armed, it had to be timed perfectly, as soon as he saw Aaron from the corner of his eye Alejandro ignited his blade and took out two of the guards before they could even register anything. Then, the world got hit.

The reactor that had been set to overload started to heave and with it an alarm. If left unattended it would explode and all their attention would be drawn to that area, leaving them to do their dirty work with little to no attention at large. Another trooper stepped up and another went down to the exotic colored blade, the heavy guns were trained on them now and Alejandro couldt focus on them alone, but Aaron could.

"Cover!"

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[Mordok The Fallen]

As Mordok slept he felt the force envelop him and Dea. As she cuts open his hand the blood comes in to contact with the relic. opens unlashing a strong ripple in the force, waking him. To Mordok's surprise he sees Dea holding his hand and looking at him with distress, as if the jig was up. Mordok looked at her with a brief moment of anger. But then he realized the relic was open. "What did you do? How did you know how to do this?" He said as he looks at the relic opening. It released a great amount of dark side energy.

Mordok then looked at her with eyes wide open. "Who are YOU?" he said seriously as he lifts his head up and locks eyes with her.

The energy coming from the relic took the form of a hooded and cloaked man. No able to see his face but you can see his long golden hair. "If you have opened my relic. You are blood of my blood and worthy of my knowledge". Said this beast of a man as his yellow eyes looked upon him. Eyes so yellow, that they seemed to be almost of golden.

Mordok moves his gaze from Dea and locks his orange eyes with the hooded figure. Absolving the dark side energies in the room. Eyes glowing with more intensity. "Blood of my Blood you say?"

 

[Aaron Beskheart]

Location: Inside the Star Destroyer

Aaron quickly ran towards the star destroyer in what seemed to be endless hallways and corridors. At the sound of the alarms activated by the thermostat readings in the core station, everyone and their mother in that section of the orbital station started to run out of that section entirely. It was a fairly easy task, easier than expected. Going through he was blending in with the fuzz of the crowd so no one paid attention to the imperial engineer that was running for dear life. Everyone were directed to transport ships, escape pods and even the star destroyers that were stationed one by one at the orbital bay.

"sparrow you might have a bit of company trying to board the big wing your at right now!"

Aaron is not one to like using lightsabers, he's a master at the art of tutaminis. He carried a lightsaber but the pirate preferred to use his hands for combat. Tutaminis allowed for him to do this with ease. As he approached the orbital bay there was a huge commotion and storm troopers among other imperial grunts trying to cross through the boarding bridge where the star destroyer that these crazy pirates were trying to steal from. Alejandro Vizcaya was defending the bridge fiercely with his lightsaber waiting for Aaron to finally show up.

"there you are sparrow, you get your wings plucked yet?"

said Aaron as he laughed at the situation Alejandro was in yet he dashed faster and started attacking them from behind, now there were people from both sides of the area and there was no escape. Aaron was shot by blasters and he then used his tutaminis to nullify the blaster shots as he slowly walked forward with intensity in his eyes. His eyes which usually are a Chartreuse phosphorescent color are now shinning yellow as he got closer. With every blaster shot absorbed by the tutaminis he took one step forward and the body language of the storm troopers started to show signs of fear.

Aaron knew that there was too many to face hand to hand combat, taking out his lightsaber and merely using it to hack away what was in front. Dashing forward Aaron started cutting troopers in half like he was cutting grass in the backyard. there were two left before he was boarding the ship through the bridge. Aaron ran and he smacked away the blaster shots with his hand and nullifying the energy coming from each shot. grabbing both troopers by their necks and jumping up to slam them down.

"I think its time to jump into hyper space wont you agree..."


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