Weekend Treasure Hunt 3: What We Leave Behind

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"If you're ever severed, it means I'm already dead."

Ashin set her back against the wall, closed her eyes. There'd been a time, ten years back, when she'd had an implant that could turn sound into visualization; after its removal, she'd had to re-learn sound-based guesswork.

"Not many. Not on this side of the building anyway. Two, three -- or one firing fast. Other side, maybe a handful. Sounds like someone needs a little help."

She chucked her chin at the big barge, a brick forty meters tall. "That's an old Sith Empire landing barge, there's a hatch on top. We get inside there, get up the turbolifts to the little bridge, top hatch puts us within climbing distance of the top of the hangar, we wind up behind the ones I'm guessing are the bad guys here. What you think?"

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]


Blood, was everywhere. Dripping from her nose, over and into her mouth, over her armor, onto the floor. It even went spraying over the Mandalorian in question she was tackling to the ground.

Armored gauntlets let out a fury of punches at his face. Call it a freebee cosmetic surgery, straight from the Pyre. Karking piece of kathhound bait!

Knocking him out cold, Aeron would would send a thick wad of bloody spittle to the floor in contempt.

"Fether." Winded and out of breath, with an adrenaline high to boot, Aeron proceeded to take the gear that was rightfully hers off the unconscious rogue Mandalorian.

Discblade baby!

 

[Allyson Locke]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Spencer cracked a small smile, the best she could anyways. She wondered quietly if this weight on her body was what people refereed to as the weight of the world on your shoulders. The young woman didn't enjoy it and she longed to be off this forsaken planet. Taking in a deep breath, she looked towards Ashin and nodded again. It was getting to the point where even speaking would begin to give her strain. The longer she was on this planet the paler her skin became and now even her eyes were blood shot.

"If there's not many on this side of the building we can bust through here and then make our way to the hatch." Her voice grew quieter as she finally admitted some of the pain. "I need to get off this planet Ashin...soon."

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

"Noted," said Ashin grim|y.

They crossed the hangar without incident; every rogue Mando here was dead or upstairs. The barge was in poor repair, abandoned. Trash grated on the deck as Ashin c|eared the turbo|ift entrance. The short |ift took them to a dark and dusty bridge, on|y a coup|e of metres away from the upper |eve|'s gantry. "Maybe see if you can get some kind of a pref|ight sequence running," said Ashin, c|ambering up to a top hatch. "Who knows whether the reactor's sti|| good. If it doesn't work there's a coup|e of other ships that |ooked decent."

She cracked the hatch and found her footing on top of the ship, forty metres from the deck. A carefu| jump got her a grip on the gantry, and she pu||ed herse|f up behind the |ast of the rogue mandos as they geared up to take Kree|an. There'd be no going back, not that way and not safe|y.

Her gun barked twice, and that was that.

"Nice discb|ade, Zeison Sha," she said, g|ancing around at starship components she'd never seen before. "We're about to get offwor|d, in the short term. Fee| free to come a|ong."

With a grunt, she shoved a hoverjack under a sma||ish package, the ECHO Ha||ucin if she'd known, just enough to weigh it down in concert with her mass. "This is my ride down," she said, gesturing at the edge of the top |eve|'s gantry -- and the thorough|y grenaded staircase. "Enough jacks to make another."

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]


"You got yourself a deal." Came Aeron's thankful reply, wiping the blood from her nose with a flick her her fingers. She set the discblade at her hip, securing it.

That's when she saw the mocha skinned woman grab and bag.

A shrug came.

Might as well do something about this. "One sec," she said, before she grabbed her own hoverlift to gather one piece of gear and XR-26 Sensor Jammer, with hopefully, the CIS algorithms.

A grunt later, she joined the woman at the top level's gantry.

"Name's Kreelan," she shot out, giving a mock salute.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Aeron Kreelan"] [member="Spencer Jacobs"]

"Varanin," said Ashin with a smi|e that pretty exp|icit|y said yup, good chance you're one of the hundred bi||ion peop|e that owe me a right hook, and kicked the repu|sors|ed off the gantry.

She fe|| a |itt|e faster than anticipated, ho|ding tight to the IFF gear and the repu|sors|ed's contro| pane| -- fe|| past the barge, right to its base by the open ramp. Repu|sors or not, the |anding jarred her.

"Honey, I'm home!"

 

[Allyson Locke]

Spencer was left behind, it had been awhile since Ashin had done such a thing mostly when she was helpless. Frowning, she slouched against the building, a part of her wondered how much time was left. The question was answered quickly as she felt something warm run down her face and the taste of iron coated her lips. Spencer stopped and quickly wiped her nose trying to keep it from drawing too much attention. Still it continued and she figured there was nothing more she could do about it, minus accepting it.

Looking at her clothing, she reached down and with enough strength she ripped a small bit of her pants into two pieces. Rolling them in her fingers she shoved them into her nose, making sure she kept how bad she really was a secret. Having to rely on her non force instincts Spencer kept her guard up the best she could knowing she was quite the easy target. A voice echoed as she looked up and used the wall as a brace to stand.

“You're back.” Spencer made notice of the other woman and blinked. Seemed there were more than just them here. “You've found someone? I'm Spencer.” A weak smile crossed her face as she made her way towards the two. “There's not much here, were you able to find anything to get us off of this rock?”

[member="Ashin Varanin"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

 

[Aeron Kreelan]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Ashin Varanin"]

Varanin. Spencer.

Well, it was a big galaxy out there, and Aeron didn't particularly know that the new black was Ashin. With as roughed up as Spencer was, she also didn't put two and two together.

Mainly because, well, she was more focused on getting out of this hell hole than focus on the big name faces of the galaxy that may or may not be dead.

Priorities!

"Sup. Kreelan." the Icarii told her, her face a mass of dried caked blood from her nose. "Fething anything that can get us out of here sounds good to me." she told them, her pale eyes panning to see what was around them.

"Heard it said that a few folk found a ride out. Shouldn't take much to look for our own." a nod up a head. "You clear this area? What's around?' she asked.

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Spencer Jacobs"] [member="Aeron Kreelan"]

The barge was gigantic -- a brick forty metres tall. Leaving Spencer had been a mistake, and one she'd apologize for once they were away, but at least it had secured this monstrosity, ensured that it was safe and empty. Ashin shoved the modules up the ramp for further examination, just idle curiosity, and ran the fastest preflight in the history of ever.

The old Sith Empire landing barge slid out of the hangar and rose toward the sky of Myrkr. At an altitude of a mile or so, the Force hit her like all her senses opening up at once, a refreshing wave -- relaxing as anything. Her attention turned to Spencer, immediately, hoping and expecting that her wife's Force presence would flare up like a nova.