Thief's and Scholars

[RC 212]

[member="Allyson Locke"]- [member="Coren Starchaser"]- [member="Darth Adekos"]

A small Cantina​

Helska System​

The bar they were in was a hole in the wall, which was what she liked. Karren had made a proposal to a little thievery, but first the intrepid gang had to find the artefact in question. An artefact that had been hidden away. Karren had spent hours and months searching for the mentions of the one whom owned it, hoping to find a clue.

She was stonewalled. Nothing in the Jedi Library Network, nor anywhere else gave her a clue.

She had a plan though, to slip into Bastion.

But first, she'd have to pass it by her Co-Conspirators.

They'd received the message of here whereabouts, and the invite. Now she waited. Clad in her orange Rebel Flightsuit, with her jacket and lightsaber clearly visible. On her hips a DL-44 as well as MKI Bolter.

Her ensemble was finished of with a drone and a nasty looking shotgun strapped to her back...

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Starchaser wasn’t quite sure where he was with the Alliance lately, at best, consultant, at worse a deserter and criminal at large. He was the type of person though, who wasn’t going to let that stop him. What he was doing here was branching out, seeing what he could do, and use the skillset he had, that of an ancient Sentinel and a pilot. Breaking down doors wasn’t his style, but breaking a lock? That he could do.

The pilot had shown up at the rendezvous, looking very much the spacer type. Dark pants, vest, dark shirt, blaster on one hip, and scattergun strapped to his back. He didn’t not like carrying the latter. His lightsaber, however was kept in a satchel opposite of his blaster. Ranged weapons were better.

He had shown up, piloting a newer vessel, well, new to him. An outrigged cockpit on a Corellian freighter. Something he found on a trip through the Unknown Regions. Allowed him to get a fresh start, a new ship, a new path. He stepped into the cantina, taking a look around.

Right, Rebel flight suit.

“Well, they’ll see you comin’ a klick away.” He spoke, taking a seat near the woman.

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Allyson Locke"]- [member="Coren Starchaser"]- [member="Darth Adekos"]

Karren nodded as Corren approached. He was popular name among the Galactic alliance, and even more popular in the fringe. Dark clothing, many guns. She smirked a bit, noticing they looked alike. Space faring citizens of the Galaxy. He nodded and she grinned as he remarked on her flight suit and jacket.

"Yeah they might. 'Cept I got my hands on some.... unique items. You might not like my plan though. Sorry I wasn't able to discuss all the details with you, security and all that. Need a drink or a bite to eat?"

She was talking about Vong tech, which made even her stomach turn. They'd find out soon enough though.

 

[RC 212]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Allyson Locke"] [member="Darth Adekos"]

OOC: Allyson, it's ben a while since you responded. Moving the story on. Feel free to jump in whenever

Karren opened a small bag, showing Coren the contents.

"Ooglith Masquers. Vong tech. Each one should give us a brand new appearance and in the fashion of the Vong make us force dead. It serves a few purposes. One we can pretend to be Vong, which most Sith accept still operate within their ranks. Two it hides our force signatures completely. I plan to sneak into the Sith Archives at Bastion and look up where Darth Adekos hid the Holocron of Belia Darzu. You down?"

A few drinks and food came to them. Some kind of mushrooms and stiff ale. Karren took a swig and bit into a mushroom, awaiting Corens feedback...

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Did he visibly shudder? No, but almost. Coren shook his head, he wasn’t keen on anything Vong related, but it could be worse, he supposed, could be something from the Sith. Trained by dark siders, and Jedi Sentinel types, Coren knew he could exist without the Force, it just… wasn’t fun.

“Stealing from the Sith? Clearly the Alliance High Command hasn’t provided my history to recruits.” Coren grinned, at that moment all feeling of unease from the Masquers was gone. He’d have fun with this, for sure. Any chance to hit back at those that were doing their best to destroy the galaxy? He was fine with.

“So, we going to have to steal some Vong ships? I’ve got access to at least one Sekotan vessel, not the same but close.” He looked at Karren over his glass.

OOC: Had conference, back now

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

Her lips curled now.

"Only if you want to."

Stealing Vong ships could be fun. If he was down, she was down, plus it'd make the ruse sooo much easier to perpetrate.

"But where do we find them is the question?"

 

[Coren Starchaser]

That was the million credit question, wasn't it. One, why was Corey the writer going through with a PhD, and two, where the hell did the Sith keep their Vong? Coren knew there wasn't just one answer, there wasn't a shipyard or prison station where all the Vong were kept. Hell, the Vong were living, even their ships. They were all over, and the ships were even harder to find, not only were they not found in the Force like a regular ship, they were dead. And Coren wasn't exactly keen to try to break into the Vong sense.

"I mean, I know where the Sith are, or I can find them with a few well placed holocalls..." He grinned at the pilot.

"The Alliance isn't tracking the whereabouts? Or are we trying to keep this below board?" The explorer had no issue with that.

[member="Karren Trask"]

 

[RC 212]

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

"Lets go below board. Not something I'm trying to broadcast to the verse. You ready to do some dirty work?"

She leaned back and took another sip of her drink, feeling Coren out...

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Below board was a lot easier. Sure, he was once a Commander in the Alliance, but now he was just Coren Starchaser, an explorer, spacer, and all around Fringer who was doing his best to keep the Alliance afloat, it wasn’t the best of work, but… well, he was making it work. Still, he knew how to do things without drawing too much attention. Was why his lightsaber was a last resort. Looking at the glass, he swirled the liquor around.

“Dirty work? I’m always ready for dirty work, darlin’.” He downed the glass and looked over at the food again.

“The trick is that we can’t let it get back to the Alliance, typically they’ll just burn you if you’re operating without their pretense. Dog tags, X-wings, that’ll all need to stay behind. I’ve got a connection to get us ships to get us to the Sith, unless we’re going to stow… or get captured…” He let that last thought sit for a moment. “Issue with the latter is we’d be without any supplies.”

And frak the Vong, man.

[member="Karren Trask"]