Private We Can't Just Let Them Die

[Qzekov]

Spoiler: ASSETS AND ATTIRE

JEDI ROBES:

http://[URL]https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/simple-jedi-robes.144063/

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TWIN LIGHTSABERS:




SHIP:

https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/arcon-class-utility-vessel.154458/

LOCATION:
Coruscant to New Pando

TAGS:
Gwyneira Vizsla
Caltin Vanagor

A young Chiss stood in the dark of his dorm in the Coruscant Jedi Temple practicing his lightsaber cadences once again. His blue blade swung back and forth across his face, his glazed eyes lost in thought. Thoughts of everyone he'd lost to war. His parents and his master, all casualties of the Second Great Hyperspace War and the wars that proceeded it.

He was deep in moves of Form V: Djem So when the holocommunicator by his shaded window beeped and lit up. Deactivating his lightsaber he turned around and stepped a few places toward it to press the lit button. A message sent from a third party to the New Jedi Orders' council and then to him (and likely others) came up.

It was a distress signal sent by some unknown being from Near Pando. Near Pando was a planet between what is now Silver Jedi and Mandalorian space. It appeared they'd sent it to the Silver Jedi Concord, the Galactic Alliance and anyone else they thought might help.

The message told of a slave under the Hutts begging to be freed from brutal oppression. They told of their family and other slaves in their small area on Near Pando. How they couldn't take it anymore and that they needed help to break their chains.

Qzekov put on his brown Jedi robe and walked to the sliding door of his dorm as he put his lightsaber back on his hip. His walk turned into speed walking as the gravity of the situation kicked in. He got inside his personal ship and set coordinates for Near Pando as he stepped into the cockpit and hopped in the pilot's chair. The ship spun around as the hangar doors opened and his vessel shot out to the atmosphere at sublight speed. As soon as he left the atmosphere he hit the hyperdrive and blasted out of Galactic Alliance space into peril, as usual. He couldn't help himself.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

The last thing that evil wants...​

Location:

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Foes:
Allies: Gwyneira Vizsla . Qzekov

”There is a certain enthusiasm in liberty, that makes human nature rise above itself, in acts of bravery and heroism” - Alexander Hamilton
​

He was exhausted, Caltin Vanagor. On his way home on a slow trip from Tython. The big man had a stop to make on Commenor and then to “Sanctuary” and it was time to take some time off. What happened on Tython will stay there. The results of his actions, as well as those around them are irrelevant now, they did what was needed, when it was needed. They stood and shone a light in the darkness and it was not snuffed out. They had won, regardless of what happened to Tython, you might say.

Tell that to every muscle in his body.

The distress signal was coming in quickly. “HK-88” was piloting the ship as the big man was stretching out, he needed to focus his mind on something else and as relaxing as flying was, there were asteroid belts here. Not a good place to be “relaxed”.

Then there was a light blinking at the comm-panel. It was a distress signal sent by some unknown being from Near Pando. Near Pando was a planet between what is now Silver Jedi and Mandalorian space. It appeared they'd sent it to the Silver Jedi Concord, the Galactic Alliance and anyone else they thought might help. It looked like a slave calling for help and protection from a Hutt.

Always a Hutt.

Hutts are slavers; It’s what they are. No matter how brutal the trade is if it is done within the galactic law, what did they want a Jedi to do? It’s not like he could just up and change course on a whim. It’s not like he could cause some kind of “incident” if caught. What if this call was just some fool that wanted the Hutt killed maliciously? Moreso, what if this were a trap? It’s not like he was a big guy. It’s not like he’s done this before. It’s not like he was certain that some young Padawan was going to just go up in arms and jump in headfirst and need help.

Of course, it was.

Walking into the cockpit, Caltin sat down quietly.

QUERY: Master, I am judging by the look on your face that there is an 85.4 percent chance that there is something wrong.

Quietly, he nodded. We’re going to Near Pando. Save some slaves...

RETORT: Master! I must question your motives in this venture.

… and exterminate targets…

REJOICE: Why didn’t you say so? Oh, Master! I am going to enjoy working with you! Changing course!

... is my undivided attention.
​

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

The ships exited hyperspace, heading towards the planet surface and joining the fray of traffix. In the cockpit, a Mandalorian Warrior steered carefully, the distress signal still playing in the back of her mind.

She knew what it was like. The helpless, hopeless entrapment. Not a single friend while screaming in agony and begging for an end. Her own father had enslaved and expiramented on her, and the experience made her oh so furious.

As a Karjr of the Mandalorian Enclave, Gwyneira Krayt was tasked with taking down low life and crime with brute force. She was more than happy to. While Near Pando was a little bit outside of Enclave space, she was still eager to decimate slavers and rescue the innocent there.

She finally was able to navigate the hyperspace lane pit stop's relentless traffic. Landing in a shipyard, she grabbed her equipment and pulled her buy'ce over her head. Leaving the ship, the girl's kama and cloak rippled in the wind as she left the hanger, heading for the city's underbelly where she knew the criminals were.

Qzekov Caltin Vanagor

 

[Qzekov]

Spoiler: ASSETS AND ATTIRE

JEDI ROBES:

Approved Tech - Simple Jedi Robes

Simple Jedi Robes OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION Intent: To create easy-to-access Jedi Robes for the Silver Jedi Order. Image Source: Museum Replicas Limited Canon Link: Jedi Robes Permissions: N/A Primary Source:N/A PRODUCTION INFORMATION Manufacturer: Phaseera Manufacturing Affiliation...

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TWIN LIGHTSABERS:


SHIP:
https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/arcon-class-utility-vessel.154458/

LOCATION:
New Pando

TAGS:
Gwyneira Vizsla
Caltin Vanagor

Jumping out of hyperspace back into realspace Qzekov stared at the planet before him for a second before piloting his ship towards it's surface. The trip had taken a while because of crowded hyperspace lanes, but he was finally at Near Pando. As he descended toward the location in the message he was sent he contemplated what kind of scum he'd encounter there. He knew the Hutts and the Yahk-Tosh had a foothold here and for some time. He also knew what kind of business they liked to conduct in such places. They'd sell anything on the black market, even their own mothers.

The young Jedi took control from the autopilot as he got close to the ground and piloted it to what looked like the best place to land near his destination. It was a quaint shipyard on the outskirts of the location in the message. He brought his ship in for a landing near another ship. Surprised to see someone else there, he wondered if it was a coincidence. As he flew over the Chiss saw what looked like a female Mandalorian exiting the ship below. He placed his vessel to the side of hers, left the cockpit and stepped off the boarding ramp. Approaching cautiously, he waved a friendly hello.

"I wasn't expecting to see anyone else here. Why are you here and who are you?" The blue man said to Gwyneira.

The wind created by his ship's thrusters took off his hood and blew his dark hair around over his face before powering down. His hair stilled and he stood with his arms crossed waiting for an answer.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

The last thing that evil wants...​

Location:

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, HK-88 (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)

Foes:
Allies: Qzekov Gwyneira Vizsla

”The only thing needed for evil to thrive is for good men to stand by and do nothing.” - Sir Edmund Burke
​

The Big man was already here.

"The Spectre" sat landed about two klicks away. This was a "Special Forces" trick he learned from his friends in "Omega Squad". His speeder bike needed a run anyway. So he rolled in quite fast, but remarkably quiet. The night sky was actually quite beautiful, clear, and starry, Vanagor actually smiled at the look of it all, reminding him just how small and insignificant he really was in comparison to the entire galaxy. It was a humbling experience that was always a good thing as it could keep you grounded.

While he was blazing a trail at top speed on the "open road", the massive Jedi Master was more derisive at the thought of doing so near a people who were not used to having this type of company among them. So he slowed to one-eighth power and rolled through the town. It was small and neighborly, some recognized him as a Jedi and waved, some were frightened (probably because of his size and general appearance), and some just went about their business. Caltin paid more attention to the locator of the location where the message was broadcasted. He wasn't far, so the big man parked his bike by a diner, a nice public place where some nice people would indeed watch it (not like it could be stolen, short of being lifted by a droid, or crane anyway) and walked to the destination.

There was a woman in Beskar and a Chiss in a cloak. Okay... who were they? He was for all intents and purposes "Force Dead", so it wasn't like if one of them were attuned that they would be able to sense him. The other? Well, he doubted that she would care if she was paying attention. So the big guy went about looking around.

... is my undivided attention.
​

 

[Gwyneira Vizsla]

Gwyneira froze as the figure approached. Her kama rippled in the wind of the thrusters, her armor and weapons better seen in the moment. She was quite loaded with weaponry, such was The Way. Multiple pistol types, explosives, and her rifle. She had even more weaponry hidden in her cybernetic leg, including a couple lightsabers. She also raised an eyebrow beneath her buy'ce, sensing that this figure was Force Sensitive. She also crossed her arms, asserting herself was a confident, casual side lean. She nodded a little, her helmet tilting a tad bit downwards, <"A Karjr of the Mandalorian Enclave. I got a distress signal from slaves, thought I should come here and pest control some slavers, save some slaves.">

Unable to sense anyone else in the area, she was able to focus completely on the Chiss whom had greeted her. She looked him up and down with her cybernetic eyes. He had two lightsabers at his hip - artistically brilliant lightsabers as well. He was garbed in traditional robes, robes which screamed of one profession. She was a genius, but it took no genius to see the truth glaring at her. She lowered her arms, but placed one hand on her hip as she asked, <"Some Jedi got that signal too? You're here for the same reason?">

Caltin Vanagor Qzekov

 

[Qzekov]

ASSETS AND ATTIRE:

Spoiler

JEDI ROBES:

Approved Tech - Simple Jedi Robes

Simple Jedi Robes OUT OF CHARACTER INFORMATION Intent: To create easy-to-access Jedi Robes for the Silver Jedi Order. Image Source: Museum Replicas Limited Canon Link: Jedi Robes Permissions: N/A Primary Source:N/A PRODUCTION INFORMATION Manufacturer: Phaseera Manufacturing Affiliation...

www.starwarsrp.net

TWIN LIGHTSABERS:



SHIPS:

https://www.starwarsrp.net/threads/arcon-class-utility-vessel.154458/

LOCATION:
Near Pando

TAGS:
Caltin Vanagor
Gwyneira Vizsla

As the Mandalorian woman studied him he studied her too. It was in his nature as a Chiss to both study his allies or possible enemies and assess the situation. He couldn't see any physical features under her armor, but he could see the vast arsenal of weapons she carried on her person. He even felt the hum of the force in and around her. He couldn't tell if it was her force signature or if she had a lightsaber crystal somewhere. Or both? Mandalorians don't usual have lightsabers though. This one could be different, he supposed. We'll see, he thought to himself.

"Ah. It didn't make sense that they sent that message to just me. You got it too, huh? We're working together then. I'm Peq'zeko'vorge, but call me 'Qzekov'. That'll be easier for you. And who are you, Karjr?" The young Jedi said introducing himself, trying to be polite, but coming of overly blunt. As a Chiss he was direct and rarely meant what he said as disrespect.

The young Jedi looked off into the distance to the origin on the distress signal as the night's breeze blew gently against his face, his hair swept side to side. The slaves were suffering as they spoke. He could only imagine their misery and suffering. Well that wasn't true. He could feel it through the force, even at this distance. They'd better hurry before they decided to rebel without help and were put down without mercy by their Hutt masters. If there was going to be a battle for freedom, it would have to be soon. Ideally there wouldn't be a fight, but realistically it's never been that simple.

 

[Caltin Vanagor]

"The only thing needed for evil to thrive is for good men to stand by and do nothing." - Sir Edmund Burke

​

Caltin was already on the way there.

Down one of the streets, there was a small uprising of rebellious slaves. "Rebellious" may be a bit of a strong word, they just wanted a drink of water and that was it and the electro-whips were brought out. In fact, one of them was being choked to death and electrified. The big man saw this and would not allow it to stand. Crushing the weapon through the Force was all he needed to do to get their attention. What made his point was the Weequay who tried to swing a stunning club at him only to find his weapon, and arms stuck in mid-air, stuck and dead stopped.

"What the frak is this?" He yelled out.

Caltin just turned his attention to this would-be assailant.

That, my dim friend, is proof that you are in the wrong line of work.

tag: Qzekov Gwyneira Vizsla

Spoiler: Personal effects

"Vanguard" (Secondary - Long Handle)

"CONSERVATOR" (Primary - Long Handle)
HK-88 Robes, Battle Armor,Toraynor-Henkan(mind crystal added) Advanced Jedi Utility Belt
Starship: Spectre, (Jedi Interceptor in the hangar, Dilorian, and Bike both in the cargo bay, the late Karki Eusith's Armor, Shield, Temple Guard Lightsaber mounted on the wall)