Weekend Treasure Hunt 2: Diamond in the Rough

[Celeste Leon]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Location: Outside the Starboard side of the Ship
Objective: Scan the ship, salvage guns, and look for goodies

Leon was dumbfounded. Her luck was down in general, she was more or less just coasting about the galaxy salvaging scrap where she could, and generally living hand to mouth as best she could. The fact that she'd picked up an anomaly on the sensors and, on a whim, popped over to investigate. It turned out that her whimsical investigation paid off.

Her little Reclaimer trundled up alongside the massive space hulk, the tiny salvaging ship dwarfed by the far, far larger derelict ship. She brought the ship over and started to pull alongside, her mind racing. There was no way that she could salvage the whole thing, much less tow it anywhere, but with a ship this size there were bound to be supremely valuable pieces of scrap and hardware. Maybe even some lost caches of data. Her wildest dream was a ship full of riches and wealth, but she knew she wouldn't be so lucky. She could see the weapons on board and the general lines of the design. This was a warship, plain and simple. It wasn't a cargo vessel. At best, she'd find antiquated weapons or supplies on board, maybe some valuable data, but that's all.

She had the droid copilot she bought a month or so ago start the scans on the derelict. With luck, she could start breaching the hull over the most opportune spot. Once she found it, she'd have to work quickly. Very quickly, if the scans were right.

She wasn't alone, it seemed, but not in the way she thought.

 

[Warren Century]

Ashin Varanin

Location: Tactical

Upon entering the area that was Tactical Jeff looked around. The place looked old and some of the computers and areas were dusty. This place had not been used in a long period of time. Someone needed to clean this place up. Perhaps some of the stuff here would be of value to someone else and so he started to scrutinize the area. Something here had to be worth taking off of this ship. The ship itself would be valuable were it operational but it could not be brought up to operational standards unfortunately. Smiling, he continued to study the room he was in.

 

[Alan]

Tracyn snapped his head backwards, as he felt the body of [member="Darth Odium"] explode somewhere above him with the spirits of the damned using him as some sort of conduit. And so, the galaxy would be set upon by the wickedness of the ship. Perhaps this is what the force called him here for- to warn the Jedi of the impending danger of the spirits of the damned Jedi. But it felt off, as something loomed behind him. He snapped around, his green blade lighting up the ghost. It was something else entirely, a black, shadowy figure that didn't recoil like the rest of the spirits. It reached out with it's black claw, and then swam into Tracyn. Tracyn violently shook and spasmed, as the dark side entity began to wretch it's way into his mind. Tracyn convulsed again, dropping his lightsaber to the ground with a disheartening rolling motion.

"Give in."

He felt it's claws peeling back the skin of his face, trying to force his head upwards. He resisted physically, but the mental projections that the spirit was causing was harder than he would like to admit to ward off.

"I can make you powerful. Take me into you. Take me from this place."

Tracyn's body tensed as the ghost forced his head downwards, and then must have cast some sort of illusion back on Tracyn. Tracyn found himself on his knees, and he arose to find himself looking at a doppelganger. He was not much older, but seemed...more content with life. A woman at his side, and a young child.

"You can have your wife and child back, Tracyn. You can be happy. All you have to do- is give in. To all that hate. All that rage. And give into...ME."

It's voice was shrill- shriller than a out of tune violin. It was like a thousand snakes hissing into his ear at the same moment, a thousand angry cries coupled with the seductive nature of the dark side, made it hard to ignore, and not fear. Tracyn's eyes widened, and his pupils shrank with fear. He was afraid. He was very- afraid.

He felt his soul blackening, his heart growing dark and the light fading from his eyes. A deep rumbling, as if someone put a subwoofer next to his head, caused Tracyn to lose all of his other senses. However, he was not that man. He didn't want to become The Demon again. That demon died on Vendaxa. That demon was at the bottom of the shadowed lake, where it would remain. He felt hands grasp him, try to pull him into the abyss. He felt it staring back at him, just as the old saying went. It was everything he dreaded about himself, manifested into an entity. Coupled with whomever or whatever was behind him, Tracyn was in for a bad time. But all he had to do- was say no. It grew harder each fraction of a second, the temptation to have everything he wanted returned or made right. Asha. Cassus. All his love, all his life, back.

But it was a lie. And Tracyn was many things, but a liar- was not one of them.

"No."

He started to move forward, away from the spirit. Away from his regret. Away from his pain. He had to leave it all behind. His lightsaber was so close- the demon grasped at him, trying to yank him back. But Tracyn grew stronger as he realized what he was.

"My name is Tracyn Seren...I have taken my wife's name as my mantle..."

He lurched forward, his hands peeling around the durasteel hilt of his lightsaber.

"And I am a Jedi."

He said, flicking the green blade of his lightsaber on. The blade found itself pivoting around him, as he slammed it into the red blade of the spirit.

"And you shall die as a Jedi, and I will take your body as my vessel."

The spirit threw his blade towards him in a fluid riposte, but was deflected with a swift motion by Tracyn's blade. The ghost came forward, and went to stab downward at Tracyn. Tracyn stepped backwards, and brought his leg against the ankle of the ghost, and watched the cursed Jedi fall to the ground. The spirit was strong- hence the physical capabilities of it. The hood flew off, a pale complexion set by the plague of the dark side revealed to Tracyn.

"And you shall watch, unable to aid or give caution, as I lay waste to what little you have left, Tracyn."

The ghost shot it's hand forward, sprouting electricity from it's fingertips, slamming Tracyn against a wall. He held the Jedi there, narrowing his pale, yellow eyes.

"Child of Concord Dawn, son of Mandalore, Knight of Jedi. You are many things, but strong is not one of them."

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Medical Bay

[member="Aedan Miles"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

The zeltron walked forward and lumbered standing over Aedan while she looked around the room, speaking as she reached out expanding to the room. "Really?" Her fists clenched and Balaya pulled at the room, at the cabinets and drawers to bring them out and see what was inside the room. Whatever he had come here for was now of interest to her as she spoke into he comlink. "Elara take a team of blackblades and find the captains cabin I will track and meet up with you. I want to find lists of what might have been stored here on this ship." The confirmation chirp came as Balaya's apprentice started moving slowly with bladeblades but the zeltron turned letting her cloak remain over her head to obscure her face.

 

[The Cyborg]

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

Location: Starboard corridors
Destination: The captain's quarters

The Cyborg walked casually through the endless corridors of the huge capital ship, his metallic feet echoing metal against metal as he moved down the corridors. So far, he hadn't seen anything worth noting. There hadn't been any more zombies other then the two that got blasted out into space, and the only doors he had found was one leading to a supply closet, and one leading to a bathroom. Nothing notable yet... The robotic man turned a corner, only to almost run in to a group of four zombies crowded around an ajar door. "Ooooh... what fun! More stinkies!" The cyborg gritted his durasteel teeth in a grin, as the four zombies turned almost at once to the new arrival. And they attacked. The Cyborg's laughs echoed through the corridor as the half-rotted monsters burst forwards, growling and moaning like something out of a cheap hologame. One of them grabbed his arm, and tried to bite it- only resulting in several of his already loose teeth breaking off his rotted jaw. "Ooooh... bad dog!" The Cyborg casually shook off the zombie, while the others crowded around him, trying to gnaw and bite at him from all angles, pulling at his limbs. He casually stepped forwards, pushing past the zombie that was in front of him, while they leaped all over him- trying to gnaw on his neck and limbs. The Cyborg hummed as he walked over towards the ajar door, with a trail of shuffling zombies still trying to make a meal of him trailing after. He pushed the door aside, and glanced inside, suprised to see that it wasn't another bathroom or storage closet- but a large well decorated room, furnished with elaborate woodwork, and high-quality furnishings. Luxury rugs and draperies were scattered across the room as well. Oh, and it was filled with zombies. That too. Betwene the four zombies still trying to make a meal of The Cyborg behind him, and the dozen or so that charged from inside the room, he was quickly overwhelmed. As a combined force they managed to push him to the ground, where they fell on him like vultures- trying to pull back the metal plating of his body, as if food was beneath it. The Cyborg only laughed louder. His high shrill laugh was heard easily above the groans and snarls of the undead as they did their best to find food among him. This was all the ship had? Idiot carrion bags? One of the zombies got a hold of one of the exposed wires of The Cyborg's body, and tried to tear at it. "Bad dog!" The Cyborg immidietly slapped the zombie in the face, which resulted in the metallic hand easily crushing through the rotted flesh and decomposed bone- literally ripping the front of the zombie's skull off, easily, in one swipe. The zombiefell to his knees while the others ccontinued to swarm around him, still trying to find food on The Cyborg. How stupid they were. He quickly grabbed the nearest one by the arm, pulling iwth a quick jerk to rip the decomposed meat and bone clear off. The zombie didn't seem to notice that he'd lost an arm, and just kept midnlessly groping him for food... His loss! A maniacal laugh escaped The Cyborg's mouth as he slowly rose from the ground, whakcing the nearest zombies back with their bretheren's removed arm. "Back! Back! Back foul beasts!" The Cyborg spoke, immitating the famous beast tamers seen in circuses galaxy-wide. One undead got to close, trying to gnaw on his metallic face, before The Cyborg beat him back with the same arm, which was falling apart by now. "Ooooh! Didn't your mummy ever teach you to floss?!"

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looked at the woman as he found it and with a quick pull of the force he drew first the crystal he had come here for to himself catching it in his hand as he looked at her calmly not backing down as he activated his suits air filtration system and then drew the other crystal in the room to his hand slipping both into a pouch on his belt before he started to calmly back away smirking under his helmet. His hand moved towards his waist slowly and where he kept a Force Breaker grenade offering the woman a bow as he straightened he looked straight at her. "Welp it looks like my time here is up. IF you would kindly excuse me miss I must be off." Aedan yanked the pin on the force breaker grenade and let it drop to the deck as he drew on the force and with a swift exertion of his powers threw a few cabinets at the woman before him.

As he watched the cabinets fly past him he gave a twist of his hand exerting the force over the broken door and yanking the two pieces he had cut free in front of him placing them between the woman and himself. He finally reached down and drew his lightsabers pushing backward off the ground as he aimed to leap out into the corridor. Inside of his helmet he was gritting his teeth as he realized he may need to work on some other things first. He was already to tired from using the force so much in a quick amount of time.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Aedan Miles"]

Balaya looked at the grenade and did two things, Kaine had taught her all about force breakers. her arms went up to take the cabinets letting them slam into the armor and her breath sucked in and the air around her became a shield. Not agaisnt energy or heat but from poisons in the air itself as she moved clenching her fist and slamming it into the debris as she charged out of the room starring at Aedan from below the hood. No need to speak while a twist of a spell in her mind and let energy crackle along her finger tips. Exiting the room and running now when the light came out from her hand, her free drawing a whip as it activated with a snap hiss and lashed out towards the belt. "Get back here."

 

[Alan]

"I am a son of Mandalore no longer, you scum."

Tracyn grit his teeth, as he stood tall, even subjected to the intense lightning. One foot fell forward, and then the other. He withdrew his lightsaber, arcing the lightning back at the ghost. It screamed in pain, as it's own hatred-fueled bolts shot back at him. Tracyn marched forward, and did it to the point where he was right against him. The ghost was howling in pain, but dared not release itself from it's lightning.

"I am a Jedi."

He brought his blade forward, and sliced the ghost across his face, before turning, and pivoting and plunging the blade through it's chest cavity. Instead of feeling the sensation of blade into flesh, he felt himself fall forward. He grasped the ground, as he stood in the hallway leading to the tactical area. It took him a moment to realize, with the clearing of his mind, that it was not at all real- the spirit had tried to trick Tracyn in his mind to believing he had died, where he would take control of his body. Tracyn did not know if he weakened the spirit, or sent him to chaos. Tracyn stood tall, picking up his lightsaber. He cracked his neck, and looked around.

This is what the force called him here for- not for the crystals. Not for the spirits. It called him here to face himself, to come to terms with his past and his life, and what he was and would be. And that- was a Jedi. He inhaled deeply, before pressing onwards.

He did not know where, though.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan spun his lightsaber behind him catching the lightning on his blade as he continued to sprint dipping to the side as he heard the familiar snap hiss of a light whip. His eyes widened as he felt the belt as his waist come lose and he spun pushing off the ground he leapt backward turning off his main hand lightsaber he slapped it onto his waist and use the force to drag the Healing Fire Crystal to himself as he cursed and started to sprint away again opening himself to the force as he listened to it hoping to detect someone who could help him. Snarling at the lose of the pontite he glanced back to see if he was still being chased as he held the other crystal carefully. Activating his comlink he muttered darkly into it "R8 I need a lift now look for an open window and blast it my air supply will last me till I can get in the cockpit." Releasing the hilt of his shoto Aedan spun as he snatched up one of his pistols from its thigh holster and spun aiming back behind him at his belt he started to fire. Getting off three quick shots as he hoped and prayed that the force would guide his hand towards the crystal he had to abandon. Finishing his spin and shots Aedan pushed backward off the ground using the force to snatch his lightsaber and move it back to his belt as he started to run down the hall way.

Outside his fighter started up as his astromech going by the name R8 took control and flew towards the ship swiftly luckily it hadn't gone to far away from it and now it searched for a window or something. A few seconds after it found one it started to fire on it carefully waiting for the transparisteel to break so that Aedan could escape out of it.

[member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

Medical Corridor to Cabin

Balaya continued to move and her hand opened bringing the saber as it activated to her hand with the shots. One striking the breasts plate of her armor and she snarled. THe blastdoor grade mterial handling the wild shot while she stopped and pulled the crystal to her hand. The talons closing over it and she slid it into the cloak. Elara was going and in the ship, she was more important then a tiny man who ran away as the zeltron stopped and turned back. Letting her eyes go to the data pad and then to Elar'a signal. She started moving and focusing on the ship itself as the dark'chyld blade shifted in colors talking to her. She wanted to throw it aside but her anger was rising and that was good while her muscles rippled under the armor. She was going to get her apprentice and then see to the rest of the ship undead and spirits be damned.

 

[Aedan Miles]

Aedan looked ahead as silence suddenly fell over him and he curled up holding the crystal against his chest as he was sucked out into space. The minute his beskar'gam's sensors read that he was out of atmosphere it activated his air tank and Aedan looked around seeing his fighter as it edges towards him slowly. When it was close enough the cockpit opened and Aedan gripped it pulling himself in as the life support systems recreated the atmosphere in his fighter and his suits air tank shut off. Sighing Aedan turned the fast little fighter around and started to head away he was done here. Now all he had to do was get this to [member="Rianna Ordo"] and move on with his life. Maybe he could take a trip to Ilum and find a replacement crystal sometime in the future.

EXIT AEDAN IS OUT PEACE!!

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Darth Praelior"]

 

[Darth Odium]

Deep in the dark places of his mind his battle was far from over. The things had given other spirits the inclination and belief that they too could circumnavigate the galaxy at will via his bond. They were not the bitter masters that he had failed to bind but some were ancient others not and Odium could only guess that they were victims of the ship that now loomed dead in deep space. They fell upon him like vultures on a corps and dove into his mind with vicious and reckless abandon. The things before had easily bypassed his savage psyche passing through him with an ease that was as simple as one would cross the street but the others, the others faced the instinctive walls of his labyrinthine mind. in his mind he stood in the courtyard of a citadel once again surrounded by spirits. Creatures from places and times long since faded away stood around him with weapons of all sorts drawn. From rapiers to lightsabers, disk blades to blasters the two dozen spirits created a circle around him as they metaphorical scene played out.

Randomly they assaulted him vicious and brutally from some, skilled and gracefully others. Odium's saber staff lit in his hands and he began to defend his mind from them using it as a spring board to breaking there death bond with the ship. His blade tore through them one by one trailing black mist the lingered in the air. Screams of the dead as they clung to what was left of who they once had been filled his ears. it occurred to him suddenly as a spirit dissipated completely that this was keeping them out but he could do so much more. In his mind the words of sith binding ritual poured from his lips like they never had before in the world out side of his mind.

One by one tendrals of darkside energy shot from Odium's mouth and ensnared the spirits. One by one they were drawn in through his mouth and he could feel his strength grow as they were bound to him. In his mind after the last spirit was bound he walked to a seat of bones and sat over a river of hate.

.........................................................

The twitch of the olive green hand went as unnoticed as the cough and gasp as the Odium thing regained consciousness. Sore limbs screamed as he pushed against the deck and slowly made it to hands and knees. His black eyes reflected the dim interior lights of the locked room and his tangled mind sorted through the knots and found the memories of his recent failure. It was unprecedented what had happened he had never before heard of in any of the myriad histories or tales he had delved into but he could still feel the echoes of the assault in his mind.

He slowly gained his feat and began searching what may or may not have been a room for ancient rituals of the cultist. He looked for minutes or hours he couldn't say and turned up a sealed box of hand written flimsy sheets and a prismatic crystal that was locked within. Taking it and putting it in his pack with the other crystal be made his way toward the door to see if he could find the bridge.

[member="Ashin Varanin"]

 

[The Cyborg]

Location: Captain's quarters
Destination: Captain's quarters

After several minutes of beating back zombies with a severed arm, The Cyborg now stood practically in a pile of dismembered zombies, most of them with limbs torn apart, and heads bashed in. The last zombie from the Cabins Quarters lunged at him from behind, wrapping his rotted arms around The Cyborg's neck and trying to gnaw at the metal of his shoulders. "Are you really that stupid? Didn't you just try that?" The Cyborg spun around with a clenched fist, smashing it through the zombie's temple. The rotted skull and brain matter gave eaisly under his metal fist, and brain tissue splattered all over the room. He could have used his chimera rifles, or even his grenade launcher- he had both with him- but this was much more fun... As the last zombie dropped to the ground, The Cyborg laughed his shrill laugh, and stepped over it. His optical sensors scanned the Captain's cabin, looking for anything valuable. Well, it was filled iwth valuable things... expensive rugs and paintings, luxorious statues and furniture, and a large round viewport showing space beyond. The Cyborg stopped abruptly, though, as his optical scanners caught something in the wall, behind a paticularly large picture of a Twi'lek man. He strode quickly over to the picture, the two chimera rifles swinging at his sides as he strode across the room, raising a hand to tear the frame from the wall. It clattered to the ground rather loudly, and he grinned as he saw what was behind the frame; a metal safe, probably greatly reinforced, stuck into the wall. "Oooooh! Looky looky, a preseeeent!" The robotic man smiled again, and fished around the various equipment pockets he had stored all over his body. "Rubber ducky... stuffed ewok... where's the detonator tape? Don't tell me I left it at home..."

( [member="Darth Praelior"] - Tag me when you get to the Captain's Cabin. )

 

[Warren Century]

OOC: Objective Completed, Jeff is now for all intensive purposes gone from this thread. [member="Ashin Varinn"]


Upon his examination of the Tactical area a safe had been discovered on a table inside the room. After about an hour of trying various different combinations, the safe had opened. What was inside the safe astounded Jeff. For it was something he had expected, but it was still impressive to behold, and thus quite valuable. There were three very unique crystals that he had found inside the safe.

Yet where was the security system to protect against the crystals being stolen? As he thought about this, a couple of ancient battle droids activated within the room. It was a good thing he possessed a sonic servo driver with him presently. Using it, he managed to short out the droids of which there were only 2. Those droids would also be coming with him back to his ship, because he wanted to examine them and learn more about them anyway. It did seem fitting to study old archaic science in order to learn more about what was on this ship.

Finally after slipping the crystals into the satchel he had slung over one shoulder he lifted one of the droids and started to walk to the Turbolift. It was about time he got out of this place, and quickly too. He needed to find those crystals a proper place, such as in a light-saber or some market that could perhaps sell the crystals for him. In either case, he decided to make his exit. So going to where he had docked his ship, he made his exit and entered his ship, the Tachyon Light Freighter.

Immediately he set a course, and departed.

 

[The Cyborg]

Eventually The Cyborg, after much fishing through his pockets, finally found a small roll of detonator tape. "You've been hiding from me!" The Cyborg's shrill laughter rang out again, before he began unraveling the tape, applying it around the lock of the safe. The safe was well reinforced, so he doubted it would at all damage the contents inside. But it would make a nice little explosion, nontheless! Once the tape was applied, The Cyborg's laugh rang out again, and he quickly stepped back. "Threeeeee....twoooooo....ooooone...BOOOOOOM!" The Detonator tape ignited, the baradium within the explosive tearing through the reinforced durasteel of the safe's lock, vaporizing it and a small portion of the safe's door. "That's me! Master safe cracker!" The Cyborg grinned again, before stepping over to the safe, and wrenching open the damaged door. Inside, was four boxes. "Oooooh, there's my presents!" His optical scanners quickly flcked on, scanning the contents of each box carefully. "Oooooh...Crystals!" As his scanners swung across the largest box, containing a Corusca crystal, he paused. "Sparkly!" He instantly reached for the larger box.

Even if the ship's electrical systems were destroyed, the Captain was skilled enough to protect his own treasures. As he reached in to the safe, his hand disrupted a signal projector that was mounted to the side of the safe, and set off an alarm. Well, it would have, if the ship's eletrical systems were online. Instead, it just called the captain's guard dog... As the cyborg smiled at the little box, and tucked it away in one of the many storage compartments of his body- sealing the compartment, as not to have it be seen or falling out- there was a sound of metal on metal, much like The Cyborg's own walking. He slowly turned to the doorway, grinning, only to see a very tall, heavily armed, battle droid walk in slowly. "Ooooh looky! It's my little brother!" Of course, the battle droid didn't stop for introductions. Instead, the fingers of each of his hands folded back, to make room for the long tubes that were extending from his palms, as he raised them at The Cyborg. And then it fired. The room filled with slugs, as the automatic slugthrowers began flinging them to The Cyborg. Dozens, hundreds, of them filled the air between the two robots. "And the fun begins!" Slugs wedged themselves in the reinforced durasteel plates all over The Cyborg's body, dotting him with bullets all over. As he reached for the two Chimera rifles that dangled at his sides, the slugs only continued to come, one hitting the delicate machinery at his left arm, disabling it. The bullets stopped. The droid reloaded. The cyborg frowned down at his now-useless left arm, as it dangled at his side, then slowly up to the battle droid... then back to his arm... And he slowly raised the rifle that was on his right. But, instead of firing at the droid, he spun aruond as the droid reloaded, and open fired on the large round transparisteel window behind him.

 

[The Cyborg]

(Well, I was waiting to see if anyone else would reply. Dosne't look like they well, so I'll take my leave with the Crystals. Was only going to take the Corusca, but since no one else came... I minds as well...)

When windows explode on spaceships, multiple things usually happen at once. Usually, alarms go of. Usually, containment fields go over the damaged window. Usually, droids come to fix the said damaged window. This ship was dead, so none of that happened. Instead, everything in the room got sucked out into space. Including The Cyborg, and the battle droid. Both of which continued fighting as if nothing had happened. The battle droid's slugs flung through the zero gravity of space like micrometeors, ripping pieces of The Cyborg's body off, and flinging them into space. In response, The Cyborg's chimera blaster rifles blazed through space, superheated tibanna gas burning deep holes in the battle droid's chest. The exchange didn't take long. Within 60 seconds, the battle droid was destroyed and deactivated, and The Cyborg's body was riddled with holes. But he was more or less functional.

It dind't take long for The Cyborg to get back to his ship, and begin to gather everything that was jettisonned from the Captain's Quarters. Some nice rugs, a few chairs he liked. Oh, and what he could find of the other crystals from the safe. Who dosen't like crystals? Of course, two of the three small boxes (the Corusca crystal case was still with him) had been flung out into space, probably lost for eternity. Unless they hit some passing ship like micrometetors and ripped it apart, of course. One of which- one of the two Durindfire gems- however, was able to be recovered. He had no use for a lightsaber crystal, he had no paticular intrests in lightsabers, but it was shiny! So why not keep it? After the better part of an hour gathering some of teh junk that was blown out of the Captain's Quarter, while everyuone else in the ship was busy doing whatever they were doing, The Cybrorg's purple and green shuttle flew off.